Can you still love my poetry

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OBSERVATIONS...

When you dont agree with me, 

And you don't like like me 

Because I confront you 

And I ask you you who you want to be 

Or ask you what do you believe 

Or when you are too afraid to see

Or hear

Or speak 

Your own truth?

Do you hate me for mine? 

For my thoughts and provocations? 

My uncomfortable accusations 

And probing of your mind? 

My blunt abasement 

My grotesque syntax 

the occilation between

Scintillating senses

Devine liturgies 

And malfeasance 

Does my ability to see more than just 

What i like to see 

And my ability to spell it out threaten you? 

I can love you despite these things 

And even love you for it,

But can you appreciate me for what I do 

The way I appreciate you? 

There is no toxic disposition with out a healing balm 

There is no judgement or alarm 

There is only poetic description 

My lies, my truths 

Because I let you in to see 

My poetry written for me 

An endless exploration

in progress 

Leading somewhere 

With no point but examination 

Of endless possibilities 

Of a mind that writes 

Of forgotten things 

Once remembered 

Laid here 

In the safety of my pseudonym 

Because you can't love my poetry 

Because of who I am

And I let you see 

When I wrote it just for me.

 

 

 

 

 

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Jesster's picture

I love your poetry for you

I love your poetry for you who bring all above mentioned

 


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Thanks morning glory - love

Thanks morning glory - love ya back hugss 


Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."

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The sheer candor of this poem

The sheer candor of this poem gives it a tremendous verbal power; and the short lines resonate like a conversation overheard, a conversation not hesitant to address certain difficult details in the search and effort to become more inclusive.  But the actual spiritual center of the poem is in the final fourteen lines, beginning with the phrase "An endless exploration . . ."  At this point, the poem soars into a poetic engagement with three huge literary sources:  T. S. Eliot's Four Quartets (especially "Little Gidding"); Wallace Stevens' great summary poem, "The Planet On The Table," and various parts of Dante's Divine Comedy.  With these, your poem reminds us that Poetry is the supreme human communication---and that it functions both as a personal expression and as a communal expression, what Mallarme called, "mots de la tribu" in his poem about the tomb of Poe.  Poetry is a birdge between the intensely personal and the shared communal---and like a functional bridge, it does not favor either point but provides a link between them.  Your poem demonstrates this in a very accessible way, and I applaud what you have accomplished here.


Starward

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Oh wow! I am always floored

Oh wow! I am always floored when I not only read but analyse your comments. They always send me on a unique and valuable journey! Thank you sincerely hugss 


Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."

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Oh, how I get this! In a

Oh, how I get this! In a brilliant sweep of questions and shrewd observations, you guide us back to the only way to live: to be our authentic selves regardless of their judgement, even at the risk of losing their love, which is certainly not the unconstitutional love we deserve. Eloquent wisdom from a great artist and an enlightened being. 

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Yes may we always have the

Yes may we always have the courage to do so and the fortitude to bear the costs. Hugss 


Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."

humanfruit's picture

You Have Talent

There is much mystery I draw from your poems,

albeit in super straightforward manner presented.


bananas are the perfect food

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That's all the world is

That's all the world is through our own perceptions mysteries to each others schemata. Thank you for your support and encouragement. Hugss 


Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."