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Wednesday, March 3

I SEE...




Can we
Get this blind
So as to confuse
Day with night...?

The more, the more...

The more I know you,
The more I do love you.

That should not make sense.
It's the opposite , instead.

The less I see you,
The better I discern...

And we become one...

But - I am one already...

You are the other.
I am another.

Can we
Get this blind
So as to confuse
My day
With your night?
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27 comments:

Caio Fern said...

i loved the metaphor ... so well said .
we are too complex , more we dig ,bigger get the chances to get lost .

Stacey J. Warner said...

mmmm, love this. enjoyed the sentiment of "the more I know you, the more I do love you" -I know that feeling.

much love

Ileana said...

Blind confusion has never sounded so beautiful.

Tammie Lee said...

wonderful thought provoking poem!
sometimes when we know someone, then we can not see them. I love that we are one and separate in this life. You might enjoy this quote:
What we know about people keeps us from knowing them.
What we say about them, imagining that we know what we are saying,
makes it difficult to see them.

Christian Bobin

Anonymous said...

Beautiful my friend.

Margie said...

I can relate to your words, "the more I know you, the more I do love you. "
Lovely!

Margie
xo

who said...

It is definitely pretty crazy what a person's mind can do when we tune out or turn off the idea.

S. Susan Deborah said...

Wow another treat!

How many shades has love. It all seems so very intricate and complex. In spite of all that we fall and fall only to rise and revel.

Lovely dear Dulce.

Joy and peace,
Susan

Rick said...

There's really no lite with you, is there, Dulce? everything is deep and considered. hmm. Love to follow along~rick

steveroni said...

My father was blind. He knew day by the feel of sunlight on his arm. Maybe unravel confusion by "feeling the sunlight"--even in the other's "night"...

One? Another? Other? If we are all one, those words have less meaning.

What the bloody hell am I talking about??? Search ME--grin!

Love your work and your thoughts.

PEACE!

Felicitas said...

Love is never simple, black or white... it's all the colours of the rainbow and many shades of gray. Another wonderful and thought-provoking piece, Dulce!

Martin said...

Dulce you said other day that a poem is just a poem. and so I am thinking this as also just another poem. But a very good write.

You have a way with these words like I have not seen. Part of your charm is possibly because you are Spanish, or english is a second language.

I have been following you for a many long times now, and love your blog very much, and if that is your picture up there, you are a beautiful woman.

Think I like you.

who said...

Felicitas is write, and it goes especially heavy on the red and violet (love and sex)

where were you taught of the colors?

Shadow said...

aaaah, of course we can. as we 'see' with our feelings...

Aayushi Mehta said...

lovely write...extremely well written...loved reading this...

Anonymous said...

I am thinking of being so completely wrapped up in something that time is no longer a factor, not date, nor place.

secretia

Jessie said...

this one is really making me think dear Dulce. and you've phrased it so beautifully,

warmest smiles,

JStar said...

Love is blind...But the blindness sometimes is bliss :) Because once we know them, other things appear

SM said...

But - I am one already.

I really like that.

Anonymous said...

Simply...enchanting ~

Anonymous said...

LOVEDIT, A GREAT POEM TO SINK YOUR MIND TO....

Caroline said...

Now this is downright crazy...my post today is titled "I see." This poem has much meaning for me today...more like me becoming one with myself again...as I have been so detached from my spirit. Beautiful!

CIELO said...

Hola Dulce... gracias or visitarme en mi casa entre las rosas... ;) Y no te preocupes tanto por las calorias, mujer... disfruta la vida! ;)

Un abrazo

cielo

thoughts said...

very interesting question. very thought provoking piece.

Kay said...

oh, i really like this. is it possible to become one, together? I think so. I mean, what is day if you have no night and night without the day? lovely post.

R.S Mallari said...

The irony, metaphors fit together, with melody this piece can be a lovely song.

RNSANE said...

I think that, in the throes of love, we can certainly mix up time and place and forget to sleep and eat and, of course, our world goes completely topsy turvy. You express it all so well.