You said, “I bet you’re beautiful when you smile.”
When coming from the mouth of a stranger,
Believing what you can’t see for yourself,
Shouldn’t make sense.
But that doesn’t make it a lie.
And it doesn’t make you tell the truth.
Just as when you said, “I’m sorry.”
And I said, “I don’t care anymore...”
It was believable,
But I lied...
To me, there’s nothing more mysterious,
Than snowfall on a clear night.
A once-in-a-lifetime chance,
To go dancing in it before it melts away.
Leaving nothing behind but that short, livelong moment.
It doesn’t belong together,
But it’s not inconceivable...
Some say death is the end of all life.
But they haven’t met us,
Have they?
I tell them that you’ve left this world behind.
And that I’m surviving it without you.
All the beauty of earth, all its natural wonders, somehow pale, when we are in pain, but the thing is, they stay there, for us to appreciate when the pain lifts.....
This is very painful write with a lot of sincere feelings coming out in the strong descriptives you add. I have danced with romance in the first snow of winter and it is a memory that remains forever lodged.
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,
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The poems in this beautifully bound book are a result of over twenty years of observations. Observations of the world around us and on the telecommunications network. All of the hate, love, heroism, disasters, and those who help.
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All the beauty of earth, all its natural wonders, somehow pale, when we are in pain, but the thing is, they stay there, for us to appreciate when the pain lifts.....
and they never lie
powerful write here Mariah
paz
Anita
This is another deep pen from your creative self. You go dirl!!
Love,
Mom
Ron
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