some days I wonder
can I go on loving you this way
there isn’t always much to hang onto
but as the days get longer
and the air gets warmer
I keep asking myself
are we the light
are we the fire?
Yes!
always here
waiting
never hesitating
a hand forever reaches out to you
time after time
sending love without hesitation
happily devouring your smiles without reservations
life is peculiar
is it not?
no longer suffering
our indifferences
no longer existing out of necessity
or living a life of superficiality
our lives are busy
we multi-task
and look through walls
built rock hard
of concrete, wood and steel
our minds are free
…at last
and without confinement
what is a home
or a locality
or a municipality?
we are everywhere
and not just here
or there
we are dreamers
we are solutions
we are creators
with results
one plus one
equals…
one of two options
it all depends on which is one
and which is the other
so when contemplating a summation
remember the result will always be same
The deep-dive literary meditations presented as stories, poems, and essays in The American Poet Who Went Home Again, A Mosaic of My Soul at Work, have captivated and inspired readers ever since its first paperback publication in 2008.
Married ten years, and more in love than ever, Robert and Marcie have everything to live for. But a terrible secret is breaking Robert's heart: he knows that Marcie is about to die...
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STUNNING poetry, my friend! richly illustrated by pic and your words--a masterwork!
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :(
is it not?
Yes it is, and this is quite a poem, Sara!
The picture looks like it could be the skin beneath an elaphants eye!!
Love Tinka
Unconditional love is the answer!;-)
Eileen
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