What a great piece! I love the way that you brought this together...it really speaks to my heart. There are so many people who believe that they need to "be" or "give" something, play a part if you will, in order to gain the acceptance of someone, but really it's that "common ground" that makes all the difference.
No showering of presents
Pontificating of goodwill,
Or wanton sensuality
Could stir this heart from still.
This is magnificent. It so genuine and touching. The last stanza especially stands out to me and well, like Anima said...it speaks to my heart...and that is what a great write does. Phenomenal piece with so much depth and realness. love it!
There's nothing I want for me
That I don't want for you
There's nothing I want from you
That I'm not willing to give back
If my epitath read just one thing
Let it say, all my days ...
I shared all of me with you
And shared your burdens too
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Mutuality is a cool thing. Hard to find but a cool thing.
Now......this is interdependence.......oh yes I know the style isn't sycophantic; neer gaining favour oh and never pontificating manner...you r just loving all of us.
your love for our poetry is motiveless........that's what I adore about you.
you are loved and loving from the depths of your heart, yes. for voyages across the oceans of our imagination you desire to participate unconventionally, quiet, exotic, touching.... you r certainly on your way to making your loving humanity manifest: I believe you.
What a great piece! I love the way that you brought this together...it really speaks to my heart. There are so many people who believe that they need to "be" or "give" something, play a part if you will, in order to gain the acceptance of someone, but really it's that "common ground" that makes all the difference.
No showering of presents
Pontificating of goodwill,
Or wanton sensuality
Could stir this heart from still.
I am caught in a time spiral of confusion; that period we all experience between birth and death.
Somewhere inside hides a poet, writer, lyricist and/or whatever, laying dormant and suppressed by s.. more..