by Rose Loya
Sunday, December 09, 2007
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isn't my affliction,
never was, nor now is it
maybe that's the problem with it..
and basking and flasking and
silly love asses,
got too many choices with my
ringing in my ears,
through my tears,
but there's no difference, right?
my art's my image, right?
of what I see or want to be
it doesn't matter, not really
as long as love can come
inside my heart again.
that's bullshit, just pretend
transcendance of remembrance and
God, why so many trials?
I think to myself many, many times
these thoughts, too many times
'cause just then I'm reminded
by local, young dark eyes, blindsided
with much harsher realities
like having nothing more to eat
than soda, beer and maybe chips
while mom and dad close doors to fix
God, I am blessed, forgive
and help me to help end their need...
Thanks for getting me to see,
copyright 2007 Rose Loya
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|Reviewed by Amor Sabor
|The reality is...that you can see anew. How beautiful life is when we see the world before us in a whole new light. Excellent piece of writing.
|Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)
|Beautiful writing sweet lady...Hugssssss|
|Reviewed by Sara Coslett
|This is great poetry. Not everyone has the strength to get past harsh realities, reach into the lives of those who can't and yank them out. Your poetry has the power to make it happen. ~ Sara|
|Reviewed by R Beeman
|rose, what a powerful ending as I agree with Felix. we become so overwhelmed with our own issues or what we think of as issues that we fail to see real life.
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|The beauty of this write is like the ending says it shows that the authour is seeing the world in a new way or perhaps reseeing it with things she missed before now in plain view. Lovely for sure.