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I won’t be different I won’t be the same
I won’t shiver I won’t doubt
I’ll run down the narrow streets
Stepped and steeped
No one will be awaiting an explanation
The timing will be perfect
The timing will be perfect
And I’ll reach the shore
Where so hard the wind blows
I won’t feel the rain or the coldness
But the essence
For I won’t shiver I won't doubt
I won't...
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I will I won't...
I’ll be unapproachable
Away from imprisonments
And I won’t see my blindness
I’ll be unshakable
Invulnerable
And I’ll swim
recalling
All my past
In short shots.
33 comments:
i wont see my blindness...hmm...that shatters it for me...the knowing you are blind makes me wonder if the journey would even be real...smiles.
Brian dear
I don't know if you ever have time to come back to see if anyone answers you back...
It's just amazing how 'loyal' a follower you are, and how near I feel you for always being there :)
Thanks my friend - you are a love!
Yes. Yes. Yes. I ran with this poem, loving the flow of the words and the thrill of the power of your will.
Thanks AGUJA!
You are a love TOO!
:)
the in the out the yes the no the complicated strokes of this mind turning and turning...swimming round infinitely...this is the struggle of awareness...the fight against it. Beautifully written dear one.
and laurax says it all, doesn't she, on this beautifully contrived piece, dear dulce! love love love the twisting and turning and on and off of the words - another fantastic set of words!!
I can run "free" within the world I have built to insulate from pain.
Strong words dearest sister poet
Hugs from the Moon
Dulce there was inherent strength and flowing beauty in what you wrote here. Havent we always been lost only to have been found? To fall but to be caught. Great stuff x
Interesting form this one took...preaching non-conformity and independence, I think, while still quaking with the tell-tale hints of indecision the narrator preaches against. Still, there is a strength in these words, a lovely declaration of man's dedication, hopes, and will.
How often we feel a mass of contradictions pulling us, out of which somehow our choices force an identity. A very interesting read, Dulce.
wonderful...taking on the world in short shorts...and making it your own...love it Dulce...very sweet..bkm
a day doesn't go by when the past of my lives doesn't surface as a short shot - sometimes treasured and rolled around my head and heart as a warm kindness, and then just as often crumpled and put into the recycling bin. steven
As always, your poem and picture together present a dramatic statement. In this case, I find it enigmatic because of the position of the woman's hand in the painting. Whomever she is facing sees her in all her glory, yet are her fingers crossed behind her back? Hmm... free yet holding back something, literally, yet not "covering her butt" also literally. Works well with the series of contradictions in the poem.
there comes a time, when we have to do what we want to do, no matter what.
very intense-- captivating movement in this poem. xxxJenne'
LOL! When I first read that last line I thought it said "short shorts"
(Imagining your past in short shorts)
Nice write, Dulce!
Read through several poems...so much beauty.
Nice. I immediately pictured the indomitablity of a child, when limits have yet to be learned and anything is possible. "I can. I will. Just try to stop me."
I love the flow, the freeness, and the visuals here...This relaxed me
I loved it all, but I especially liked the impact of, "All my past
In short shots"...We spend so much time attempting to live in the present moment and incredibly or not? our past does come in short shots.
You write so much darling girl, I can hardly keep up! ;)
xxoo
Woohooo!!! And I see someone basking in freedom... AWESOME!!! I think I will be joining you very shortly, Dulce!! :) Cuz the place you are in seems absolutely delightful!!
Loved the freshness in this poem! (sniffing...aaahhh)
swimming oneself free, wishing and longing to be what one is not, the craving for change, accepting the challenge...a lot of strong emotions in your poem dulce
What a lovely vision full of raw emotions and deep sentiments. Lovely piece. ♥♥
Running wild, running free. Free, free at last. There's nothing like that feeling of finding yourself in all that makes you unique. True capture here. Thanks, Gay @beachanny
I liked this, the message. When we won’t we still will, we do… Why not.
Thank you… I liked the image too.
DULCE!
Seems like I remember the good more than the other of my past. I do not wish to be age 20, and die all over again!
Great to read your thoughts, written in that singularly excellent "Dulce" style and to read again of that indomitable Spanish character: Yes and No, Maybe, maybe not, would or would not, etc.--grin!
Blessings until the next time!
S
Dulce
Simply amazing! Everyone said so many thoughts I was thinking.
joanny
I like the observation of blidness and seeing. Brian has also mentioned it. I recollect Shakespeare's "King Lear" here. Edgar, one chracter from the play says, "I stumbled when I saw." I hope the quote is right and so is the character.
The seeing is quite metaphorical, I reckon. One can be blind yet see through the other senses and one can have sight yet be blind to reality.
We are what we want to be.
Joy always,
Susan
" No hay myor ciego
que aquel que no quiere ver..."
Un gustazo leerte, siempre.
Besos mil !!!
this is just my kind of blog!
peace
This poem is a surge of freedom, of freshness. I especially love these lines:
"I’ll run down the narrow streets
Stepped and steeped"
I long to feel this way.
Sharp, uber-effective pull-tug back of past/present selves (or mindsets). Flawless.
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