Get it out...let it flow seek the summit just let go
Many rungs that force the steps gotta get there, win this bet
Within myself a force that meets an empty heart and one who greets
The rockets flying retro grade, doubts that beckon let them fade
Go for broke this time around, nothing hollow hear the sound
Its beating with a healthy rhythm building toward a friendship...giving
Just a woman just a man, doing what they think they can
Searching for the other where, never finding them just there
Til now and faltered thinking wains, As teardrops in a summer rain.
Roll with it, like the mighty ocean breakers. I love the sense of passion breaking through, having rumbled on perhaps hitherto undetected out in the ocean depths. Love making itself known is indeed a mighty force to be reckoned with. All sadness evaporates as the dew when it is burned up by passion's rosy dawn. Very tight work and full of controlled energy. Love, Kate xx
Susan, "Just a woman, Just a man, doing what they think they can." Love this! This poem lured this reader in and she enjoyed it to the very end..."As teardrops in a summer rain." Excellent
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
From the author of Jupiter Remembered and Until It’s Time: Embracing Life In Our Later Years comes Petals of Love: Poetry of a Woman’s Soul – a heartfelt collection spanning more than thirty-five years. Through tender reflections, these poems offer g
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Love, Pierre
Thanks for sharing
Peace & Love be with you
William
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Bravo Susan, way to go!
Paul
This is beautifully inspired/inspiring; well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.