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Here and Now
It is how the poem never ends
when you write about how
you loved her so much
in such a brief time
with so much passion.
It is how my poem always ends
when I write about how
he loved me very little
with not enough passion.
It is how you let her
close enough to hurt you
and how I let him too close
to burn me
and he certainly did.
I suppose as she burned you
with her fire.
He had this way of making me feel
like a poet
and nothing else.
Never keep up with stranger’s intentions
let them all walk on broken glass
as we sit and watch the show.
We will talk about how they
knew nothing about poetry
and French philosophers
and designer cafe lattes
we will turn the tables
on them
and watch them fall down
or be brave enough to sit and discuss
what we are even fighting for
when all the fight in us is long gone.
In the here and now,
I will let you close enough
and be prepared
for your desertion.
Comments:
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Well done my dear. Love your contrasts with how the poems end. Remarkable verse by one of the most talented ladies in Blogville. “I will let you close enough, and be prepared, for your desertion.” I will be purchasing your book this month. Let you know how it goes.
Hello Andrew! thank you, i aim to please or displease, one or the other, can’t please everyone, but the people that read me I hope will be as enthusiastic to buy my books! but who cares, i’m writing for free here! lol Right now you can purchase my book Crush, did I send you the link?
Haha (displease). Only you. Yes, I have the link. I will be purchasing it next week. I am a man of my word (even though I love your words more). lol
appreciate it so much 🙂 :))))))))
Chrissy ….you are most daring and true …I adore that soul of you …so lovable and haunting too..and your poetry always speaks to me of the depths of human passion and I feel blessed to call you my friend …love , megxxx
Oh Meg, so amazing to hear your feedback. I adore your thoughts and feel blessed as well to be read by you and appreciated. x love Chrissy x
Christina, I swear it’s like you go through those file cabinets in my head and pick out all the folders with everything I want to talk about. You are so wonderful, Dear Poetess. This piece speaks to me well beyond your intention…thank you for letting me participate in your art. Xxx
Love has its ways of burning and pleasure
And then gives you plenty to write about
It’s the full experience of the amusement park
What good is it without a roller coaster