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I just hope to move your humanity and soul simultaneously, so that you'll notice long enough to ponder- love.
I hope to steal not only your breath but your time in connection as mortal beings during limited time and vivid space.
I'm a poetic writer, an aberrational one of sorts. I don't write for the world seeking conformity to a style or some label of free expression, I permit my heart to whisper what it feels like or needs to say, as I serve merely as its publisher. I'm honored my readers serve as its reading, feeling witnesses, and followers of each utterance.
What you may infer from this site; my hearts process or what it has to say, is strictly up to you to decide for yourself. I do appreciate comments in whatever degree of appreciation or criticism others feel the need to leave behind. I hope to respond kindly and in kind to them with an honest "Thank you!" openly or in a private conversations should you choose reach out.
Feel free to contact me if you so wish. poetofthelight5@gmail.com
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“He was still silent about the images he saw behind his closed eyes. It seemed as if he loved this pain, that he loved her as he had loved me, very much, until he died perhaps, and that now he preferred her to me.” – Marguerite Duras, “The Lover”. Your poem reminds me of this quote … it makes more sense within the context of the book 🙂
True that!
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Thank you dear friend. I always enjoy your comments and visits.
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I agree there is nothing painful about love. It’s a wonderful and positive feeling. It’s kind of like saying there is sadness in joy.
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Agreed, however I believe we can say there is beauty in sadness. Thank you for commenting.
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Great…. we must preserve the real identity of love….. your post was really beautiful
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Thank you, I’m glad you enjoyed it.
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❤️
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“He was still silent about the images he saw behind his closed eyes. It seemed as if he loved this pain, that he loved her as he had loved me, very much, until he died perhaps, and that now he preferred her to me.” – Marguerite Duras, “The Lover”. Your poem reminds me of this quote … it makes more sense within the context of the book 🙂
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A fine complement indeed, Thank You. I would’ve responded earlier to you but no internet for 20 hours followed no electric for 16 hours.
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No problem. Wow, sounds like a snow/ice storm?
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Such beautiful poetry. thank you
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Thank you for visiting and your kind words.
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