hummmmm--- I doubt anyone can get to feel satisfaction by hurting a beloved... This simple poem is a simple second in the life of any of us... when we have been hurt, we feel the other needs to feel that harm they made and so we kinda try to take revenge...
let me think about this...The offenses that have hurt the most are those that have given the offender pleasure but...I read this poem as knowing the other person has been hurt by something we didn't mean, allows us to know they care and so we are glad.
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hm.. thoughtful..
I just really like this. Yeah, it's perfect in every way.
This piece opens up all kinds of avenues for me.
hmmm...interesting...perhaps in the pain a wall was broken...
Wow. Profound.
cleverly done. Now I'm thinking! lol is this a good pain?
You have a VERY VERY open mind & a reflective personality..... Me like!
Love
Agneta
Mean woman. Sometimes I feel that way. I am sorry that I hurt someone but I am glad for the relieving of my mind.
Evocative and quite realistic.
Big hugs dear Dulce.
Joy always,
Susan
And the photograph perfects the piece.
I like how you felt this open...It makes us wonder...
I'm thinking that 'hurting' and 'being hurt' is all part of life.
But to 'honestly' say "I'm so glad I did." ...Well, I dunno 'bout that!
PEACE!
Steve E
Some interesting comments...
This was cleverly written. Me like :)
hummmmm---
I doubt anyone can get to feel satisfaction by hurting a beloved... This simple poem is a simple second in the life of any of us... when we have been hurt, we feel the other needs to feel that harm they made and so we kinda try to take revenge...
Thanks for your comments, my dear friends.
I'll try to catch up on you ASAP
:)
¡RRRRRRRREbueeeenooooooooooo!
Besos mil!!!
Wow! I love it! Thank you! So direct and powerful! I know waht you mean ;)
it hurts to be kind??
Kind of hurts perhaps...
Just like opposite attract, sometimes a little honest pain, makes one reflect....
let me think about this...The offenses that have hurt the most are those that have given the offender pleasure but...I read this poem as knowing the other person has been hurt by something we didn't mean, allows us to know they care and so we are glad.
I love this Dulce!
A few well spoken words with a thousand possibilities.
This plays well to a subtle smirk.
~rick
Sometimes hurt leads to deeper love and understanding; it's not always "el color de rosas." I love this one, primita...and the image is priceless. :)
I concur. That kitty was quite content until she was flung - claws happen
purring from the moon
Love is a strange one.
sometimes it needs a little scratch to get under the surface.
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