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?
________________________________________________________
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?
________________________________________________________
27 comments:
i loved the metaphor ... so well said .
we are too complex , more we dig ,bigger get the chances to get lost .
mmmm, love this. enjoyed the sentiment of "the more I know you, the more I do love you" -I know that feeling.
much love
Blind confusion has never sounded so beautiful.
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
Beautiful my friend.
I can relate to your words, "the more I know you, the more I do love you. "
Lovely!
Margie
xo
It is definitely pretty crazy what a person's mind can do when we tune out or turn off the idea.
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
There's really no lite with you, is there, Dulce? everything is deep and considered. hmm. Love to follow along~rick
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!
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!
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.
Felicitas is write, and it goes especially heavy on the red and violet (love and sex)
where were you taught of the colors?
aaaah, of course we can. as we 'see' with our feelings...
lovely write...extremely well written...loved reading this...
I am thinking of being so completely wrapped up in something that time is no longer a factor, not date, nor place.
secretia
this one is really making me think dear Dulce. and you've phrased it so beautifully,
warmest smiles,
Love is blind...But the blindness sometimes is bliss :) Because once we know them, other things appear
But - I am one already.
I really like that.
Simply...enchanting ~
LOVEDIT, A GREAT POEM TO SINK YOUR MIND TO....
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!
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
very interesting question. very thought provoking piece.
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.
The irony, metaphors fit together, with melody this piece can be a lovely song.
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.
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