I only need one ear plug to hear the coins of the mercenary in my worn thin pocket...we didn't do battle requiring me to win; I just waited til we both got (super) drunk and I combined our "consciousness" and ran his (slightly less) worn down pocket(s). I'm just trying to pick up the slack on the weight of being a trickster..it's sadly, quite ironic and zen and, sigh...
well; well done...I ignored a couple details as per your request, but well done, nonetheless. (:
Yes your words are true in the poem. The wounds of love make us better or leave us afraid. I believe its better to lose at love then never knowing the feeling and high of being content. I like the complete poem. A excellent poem.
Coyote
Eloquent to be sure:) how lightly You put such burdensome thoughts...it shows Your resilience...that reproach in another's eyes is a sharp arrow, indeed...
. oh, this swells in my eyes and flows in my tears ... i so know this feeling ... it took me a really, really, really long time ... to take a quantum leap ... and look beyond ... shall i take the liberty of saying ... "to err is human but to sin is god" ... you have a beautifully magnanimous core ... it is healing and it is appealing ... if someone failed to see it and sense it ... their core is diluted ... for whatever reason ... but it is ... love is beautiful and is meant to be ... we just live in a world of adulteration ... do you know what my new anthem is? ... to never judge myself because of someone else's core ... i wish you the same ... i wish you freedom from the over-powering clutches of judgment ... and i wish you loads of love and light ...
As always, Emily Burns, great read. Your quote above confused me as to the meaning and I can only think that you mean what you say. Either way, though, great read indeed.
Oh!this was hauntingly sad..very subtly but it was there ..catching at my heart and making my eyes moist right from the line..'i carry my remorse in bulging pockets'.I liked your opening lines a lot.Very well thought.
How delicate is the thread of love which connects us with our loved one.We can say a million words,do a million deeds..but a small mistake on our part, silly wrong words said with the time not right can make all obscure.
this was a delightful read. a light, airy, sing-song approach to this piece. might be one of the most fun poems i've come across at any point, yet it carries such a weight of emotion. love it.
to the Lost Boys
I am no Wendy;
but my voice brings you back to me.
And you sit around my feet,
anxious for a story
or a kiss.
Listening to my words
spinning adventures,
like so much g.. more..