he's a corner folder i like that about him conscientious about keeping his place (always making sure i know mine: [his] gravity has this uncanny knack of finding my heart (like chewed gum) in his sole) he's beautiful it's not his fault he cant remember his number (and i know mine is up)
Wow! DEEP CEDE !
He's a corner folder, I am too!
CAn't help it, forced habit!
Love your heart!
STAy SAFE!
STAy Positive!
WArm hugs and Warmer Love, Warrior Purple Lady Sheeeeoox
I love the opposing views of these lines:
"conscientious about keeping his place
always making sure i know mine"
It's a sad fact that when people are in this sort of relationship, they always seem to make excuses for the people that are using them. You show that well here -- even down to not capitalizing "I".
Very powerful.
Leo
A poem of few words and many feelings, takes us from the tender unblinking eyes of a small deer looking into the oncoming headlights, to the despondency of finding her heart like a piece of gum under someone's shoe.
But, this is very actual, because, in a society of use and throw away, love is not more a feeling but a commodity.
Which that heart needs nurturing, caring and not more lies go without saying.
Well done.
Georg
Reviewed by Victor Buhagiar (Reader)
Reviewed on August 9, 2007
Do I feel a hint of insecurity on your part? There are men who can make you feel like that. You have created a great mysterious character. Victor
Maybe, or perhaps you are reading him wrong and his folded corners are really his continued protest against the library police of another day, hearts and souls are always slighty uncontrollable and sounds like this write captures some of that...
This is a book of free verse poetry that addresses the seven main tests in life and offers some sensible solutions to passing those tests with minimal discomfort.
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
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I know some one with a gravity like that.
wonderful imagery in such a small space!
bravo
Em
He's a corner folder, I am too!
CAn't help it, forced habit!
Love your heart!
STAy SAFE!
STAy Positive!
WArm hugs and Warmer Love, Warrior Purple Lady Sheeeeoox
Peace,
Bill
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
"conscientious about keeping his place
always making sure i know mine"
It's a sad fact that when people are in this sort of relationship, they always seem to make excuses for the people that are using them. You show that well here -- even down to not capitalizing "I".
Very powerful.
Leo
i like that about him
And I like your depiction of him.
But, this is very actual, because, in a society of use and throw away, love is not more a feeling but a commodity.
Which that heart needs nurturing, caring and not more lies go without saying.
Well done.
Georg
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