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RE: I Got Up, Sat Down, And Wrote You This Poem, Day 59 of the 100 Days of Poetry @d-pend
I hear ya, Pryde, and smiled with (divo) recognition as I read ;) Also, somehow, your piece reminded me of this poem by Pessoa:
The poet is a man who feigns
And feigns so thoroughly, at last
He manages to feign as pain
The pain he really feels,
And those who read what once he wrote
Feel clearly, in the pain they read,
Neither of the pains he felt,
Only a pain they cannot sense.
And thus, around its jolting track
There runs, to keep our reason busy,
The circling clockwork train of ours
That men agree to call a heart.
(Translated by Edouard Roditi)
Very nice, Yahia. Your words yesterday did indeed inspire this write. A few others hinted at a similar take. Time to lighten things up for sure. The Roditi piece has rhyme and wisdom:)
Hah, no kidding! For a moment, there, I thought you were talking to me. Then, I mildly scolded myself (pompous ass) and reminded myself that's what poetry can do, make it feel like it's addressed to you.
Again, glad you're well. My take is that when we revisit the dark, too often, we invite it to stay longer and visit us, uninvited :) As someone with a tendency to retrace the wounds of the past I'm learning, finally, the wisdom of lightening up.
Have a fun weekend, friend :)
So very true. But man, the poetry can be worth it, now and then:)
You have a great weekend, too:)
I won’t deny it, I know exactly what you mean ;) Cheers!