How much have we grown?
What is it we knew yesterday
That now we don’t know ?
Where was it gone
When it left
And we knew
It was forever
But denied to accept?
Why did we insist
On having
Which was not created,
Expected to be ours?
I am dying
I am crying
I am dining
You are
Wherever you are
Doubting
Whether
It does affect Me
Why- or maybe you are just asleep
Please leave me alone
Only gives me
More of that crying
Dying
Flying
Sighing
Dining
Smiling
At those jokes I find funny
No more…
Miming or lying.
My real feelings
Keep on hiding.
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Painting, Danae by G. Klimt
16 comments:
Beautiful deep poem
The last four lines sounds like a revelation to me. Isn't it how it is with almost all of us? - Our "real feelings keep on hiding."
Beautiful poem!
your words remind me that i'm in this marriage for the long haul and the trip just isn't that fun right now...the jokes most assuredly aren't funny any more and i, keep on hiding. how is it that you can write so eloquently, as if it were your own, yet so many of us are written into it?dulce, this is marvelous but so painful!
the dance of intimacy...always a struggle. Hey Dulce....Have the best day today...
Dulce, you took the words from my heart!
it's okay to want to shut down and escape the world. We need to do that in order to heal.
And keep on writing and letting those emotions flow...
I wish you a great weekend Twin and so much love~ xxoo
Calli
Reading u is a perfect excuse to escape for a while!
Tk-u!
PS: footnotes make reference to Klint ... I suppose you mean Gustav "Klimt", Austrian painter and author of "The Kiss".
Of course Toni, of course, which other would that be... Oh My students have to correct my spelling What the F*** is this! LOL ;-)
Thanks a lot!!!
no rhyme for the reason... yet you seemed to have found it. :)
The up and down, the ride of a roller coaster of emotions. I find it fascinating and heart-wrenching all wrapped in one special little sick package. It is a bit of cruelty, isn't it?
More of that crying Something I know all too well. Love this one, Dulce.
it might be wonderful to uncover our real feelings...or it might be disastrous! poems tell the truth, but are also mysteries
Sweeter Dulce.
Is it not true that if "my real feelings keep on hiding", one day I may not be able to find them anywhere?
I must know myself (and I'm still learning) before I can know another. I must be true to myself before I can be true to another. **Actually, these are just food for thought. NOT axioms, OK?**
You will feel better tomorrow...
"OLD" Florida Peep--grin!
Ya know, I look for deeper meanings, of which there may or may not be.
So I neglect to say this: Your writing has progressed SO must throughout this past year, for the good--it IS GooooD! The written word in the hands of an expert, describes (betrays?) our feeling better than our speaking. And as one above said...there is STILL the mystery.
You're becoming a master of that "mystery"! Thank You, Dulce.
excellent questions,
love the images in your post, magical and fun!
Conjured up feelings frm previous marriage. Great expression of feelings that most choose not to reveal. Great Post!
Such a beautiful poem - lovely - so well written :)
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