Isn't it this way at times, living and yet life passing us by, that longing keeping us as we are. Your thoughts bring us that visual of being and yet knowing the reality of ourselves...
Perfect title. Very acute in its effect yet, perhaps, chronic in its origin for those who know the slow build to "disconnect." Yet, the use of the word "long" somehow offers hope to these two as it is a point of common ground. Where there is longing, perhaps there too can be reconciliation - a coming together through the dissolution of the space that separates.
So few words sweet Kate and yet such a wealth of emotions, feelings, desires and yearning all drifting and floating in a mimosa of love. To feel this strong a reaction in my own heart to these few words mean that you as a poetess have done your job...bravo Kate...
hugs
Pops
Now My dear, you have written a poem of longing. Lovely and to the point. Sometimes is makes our blood burn the more you have to wait to fulfill that meeting of mind and body.
Hope your corner gets filled soon.
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
The depth of feeing in this poem can only be felt by those who have walked in those shoes and know how empty at times we can be in a room that has so many shadows, yet no light.
somewhere somehow 2 corners will make a circle )~(Billy joel;Summer highland falls)"They say that these are not the best of times,
But they're the only times I've ever known,
And I believe there is a time for meditation in cathedrals of our own.
Now I have seen that sad surrender in my lover's eyes,
And I can only stand apart and sympathize.
For we are always what our situations hand us...
It's either sadness or euphoria.
And so we argue and we compromise,
and realize that nothing's ever changed,
For all our mutual experience, our seperate conclusions are the same.
Now we are forced to recognize our inhumanity,
Our reason co-exists with our insanity.
And though we choose between reality and madness...
It's either sadness or euphoria.
How thooughtlessly we dissipate our energies
Perhaps we don't fulfill each other's fantasies.
And so we'll stand upon the ledges of our lives,
With our respective similarities...
It's either sadness or euphoria." )evol~Ted(
Don't do this, Kate. In our small corners, so confining, incarceration of spirit and love and our longing as vast as the oceans. Beautiful.
John
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on September 24, 2009
Oh, Kate, I have been in that corner. It is a miserable way to be. I don't wish that on anybody, because the heart-rendering misery sitting alone in your corner as you stare across the room at the one you used to love in her corner, there are actually no words to describe the loneliness that is so awful you feel that blood will surely began to shoot from your eyes. Simple poem with DeeP meaning.
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nice work Kate...
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hugs
Pops
great title
Hope your corner gets filled soon.
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :(
laconic, thought-provoker ...
Regis
Love it! Love it! Love it!
But they're the only times I've ever known,
And I believe there is a time for meditation in cathedrals of our own.
Now I have seen that sad surrender in my lover's eyes,
And I can only stand apart and sympathize.
For we are always what our situations hand us...
It's either sadness or euphoria.
And so we argue and we compromise,
and realize that nothing's ever changed,
For all our mutual experience, our seperate conclusions are the same.
Now we are forced to recognize our inhumanity,
Our reason co-exists with our insanity.
And though we choose between reality and madness...
It's either sadness or euphoria.
How thooughtlessly we dissipate our energies
Perhaps we don't fulfill each other's fantasies.
And so we'll stand upon the ledges of our lives,
With our respective similarities...
It's either sadness or euphoria." )evol~Ted(
John