Writerly
I do late at night—
Write
Whatever my heart
Sings—
Even melodies
Of pain for you.
So, forgive me, Love,
The places I go
You can’t come…
But if you did
You’d run—
Be frightened terribly.
And I’d grieve
What you found in of me.
I do late at night—
La noche como refugio para escribir, a donde ir para poder sacar lo que hay adentro, @johnjgeddes. Es ella el resguardo de nuestra oscuridad. Seguramente el que se asome a esas oscuridades puede enfrentarse al sentimiento extraño del abismo. El que escribe es un ser que sufre la soledad del espacio, el vacío de la página, pero es su mundo, y en ese mundo él es el creador. Es de noche y te leo!
Como siempre, ¡tales comparaciones poéticas! Poesía ... ¡cómo amo tu poesía!
:-) It was the time when I used to sing whatever my heart says but nowadays very far from the source. I hope the source will call me back .
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Thanks...the heart is very resilient, my friend :)
That's why humans are capable of loving each other . With mind only business can be done. With heart , relationship grows.
Pleasure is all mine .
Yours Reader
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What a beautiful poetry, you can feel the feeling with which it was written in each word. Regards
Thank you so much
Writing is a forgiving friend.
so true...thanks, lydon :)
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Short lines with a lot of hidden meaning I guess.. feeling is all a writing need to carry