Oscar Wilde once wrote that loving oneself is the beginning of an eternal love story...
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| After Laundry by Falbanka |
In the long hours
Of my isolation
Solitude
Back to reading
Pick up Neruda’s
A way that used to be
So short does it take
The loving
So long
The forgetting
So as not to fall
Or feel apart
First might
nothing have ever joined us
You and I
And in that kiss
You got to know
All I had never told you
And now that I’ve reached this near
My self
Here
Where I can’t figure
Might these be
The sweetest
Or perhaps the most bitter
Of my longer hours.
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16 comments:
Sweet and bitter... yes.
I need to spend more time with just myself. Perhaps it is good that my kids and hubby are all gone to school and work starting Monday...
I look forward to finding out what sweet and bitter things I can.
i like walt whitman's words in the realm of self - "one's self i sing". dulce, sing of your bitterness, sing of your joy, sing of the discoveries that only solitude can provide. steven
Interesting quote and thought provoking poem.
Knowing more of oneself, discovering more of oneself, enables outreach to others.
"So short does it take
The loving
So long
The forgetting"
I love this verse dear Dulce, as it rings with truth for me. The forgetting just slowly fades.
Sometimes I wonder who broke your heart?
I hope you don't mind me asking?
Dulce, how true your words are:
"So short does it take
The loving
So long
The forgetting"
I guess that short period gives us so many eternal memories.
But love remains even after all those bitter memories. Life goes on.
Big hugs,dear one.
Joy always,
Susan
so as to not fall or feel apart...yeah i get this...great piece...
You have a wonderful way of putting your feelings to words.
Much love to you.
yes to that Wilde's quote....I'm learning this...I'm learning it's okay...and even more that that...it's right. Thanks Dulce...for your journey...your words that always inspire my own...you're the best!!! Stay safe out there.
This is wonderfully said, and of course it is in the long hours between when it all begins to make sense.
That was simply beautiful, Dulce!
I especially loved the lines, "And in that kiss/You got to know/ All I had never told you..." that's what I think when I ever kiss someone. You've captured my thoughts right there into words.
Awesome post and write on!
getting to know ourselves can be a fearsome yet fantastic journey.
Marvelous, Dulce!
Yep, I guess love (as it's often and so easily misunderstood) can be--frequently IS--INSTANT!
Otherwise, that long lasting, forever kind of love, it takes a willingness beyond description. A willingness to grow along those spiritual lines slowly, methodically, deliberately, with beacoup patience, tolerance and selflessness. A large order, but not unattainable for true lovers.
All springing from that initial--seeming God-sent instantaneous attraction--which just rules out immediately anyone or anything else.
To avoid pain, suffering, broken heart, and risk of those happenings, is your message from Neruda to not fall in love. Grow old, smart, and alone!
Dulce you've done it again. You know: the perfect words, emoting in the perfect poem, to which every sane human heart may readily respond.
Yet must the life of love always end thus: "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times..."
Soooooo
all of it loving, forgetting, kissing..
It really is sweeter poetry..
Each word was as sweet as it is written :)
Only a woman ( for a woman wrote this) who has loved deeply can write with such depth and sincerity. A moving piece of poetry. I am struck by the beauty of the way this poem is constructed.
A woman's soul is exposed for all its beauty and sensual charm.
truly lovely,
joanny
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