Keep, sacred site, your hallowed halls: Keep, sacred site, your hallowed halls
Give me your sordid political tripe
Your accusation of desecration doesn't bother me
I post this poem for all to see
Even those who disagree
That's what I hope that postpoems.org is for!
Thank you Stephen, yes it: Thank you Stephen, yes it can. The illusion, the dream can be shattered. I had no fear of that. But if that had been the case
then I would be free anyway. No, the man facing me was the person I have wanted all these years. Stupid isn't it, but there it is. I wish I could find someone I'm tired of being alone for so long. I'm glad the feeling I was trying to convey came across. Sue.
Fantasy love is very endearing and cannot disappoint. : Of course, actually meeting the subject of our fantasy love can ruin the relationship. This beautiful poem has a slight sense of sexuality mixed with delicate emotions, something certain poets on this site cannot master as you do.
My first encounter with the: My first encounter with the concept of menagerie was as a young schoolchild watching reruns of old black and white movies, this one with the title The Glass Menagerie (1950) and your poem corresponds quite neatly with its emotive qualities and the feel of it encapsules the enslavement that solidly ends the poem.
...false nostalgia is a real: ...false nostalgia is a real thing with me and if dissected could even be a stand-in kind of drug thing. Perhaps I'm just an old sentimental fool.
Thank you Wordman, I really: Thank you Wordman, I really appreciate your comments, as I have been wondering if it's gone too far down the fluffy nursery rhyme route.
Once again, the brush of: Once again, the brush of words to the canvas paints a beautiful, warm view of life.
Thanks for this, it's a wonderful piece of art.