(Image from goldtent.net) I will not stop writing paeans
to the moon
The same way I can’t stop
getting up at dawn to pee
This mistress’ cruelty is pain
that strengthens
Lengthens life, sweet torture
Cool to the eye, warm to thought
Clouds cover its repose
singing melodies that singe
Don't you find the ache and pain of a sore muscle after a strenuous work out addicting? I poke and squeeze to intensify the pain...and I love it! I think it's thesame with poetry about our illusions of love, lovelost, and love longed for...the memory hurts...but we keep going back to where it hurts to revisit how it felt to love...
ReplyDeleteKeep writing my co-miserable friend.
You mean to say -- to reaffirm how it feels to love. The emotion is not in the past. It's in the ever present.
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