A repost because I love this one to bits. Pictured is Ashton (nicknamed Moo-Moo; no idea why) with his mother Hilary and her boyfriend Shawn in Raglan Harbour. I love that place, I really do.
Caution ramble alert caution ramble alert lol
Nice and short and sweet, and so very very true for so many people J.
I'm so guilty of that exact dilemma.
Some people just dont really want to let go of their solitude, even if it gets terribly lonely. But then my attitude is to absorbed, like I said to a dear friend a number of weeks ago, who likes to think shes cupid, at a dysfunctional time you create further dysfunction, I recognise this,, and told her to try again in 2012 lol. Besides at my age (the limbo of thirty something) you learn along the way precious people can be held onto much longer as friends. lol, Man I am so in love with so many of my dearest friends... If we ever dated, we'd be wanting to kill each other in a year..... lol cause I know I'm a cohabitational nightmare, and fate worse than death partner lol,,,,,,,, But I'm the bestest friend ever.... So I have been told.
O I do love your writing, it rings pretty triangles and wind chimes in my ears.
Ahhhh nice really.
How the heck did I miss this? I thought I had read all your stuff. Many times. I can't be forever for you today. Maybe tomorrow. Today I can only be half-seconds, here and there, tucked between memories of lost yesterdays and waiting moments.
Beautiful words and photo. They work well together. Beautiful poet.
I am not sure what i get from this is what its meant to convey, but either way, beautiful little write:)
I love the way it flows, and, though i pretty much agree with what the reader below me wrote, i am goingto have to dissagree about the "burner boiling water" bit. I LOVE IT:|
Its s tiny taste of alliteration, which, along with allusion, vivid imagery and metaphors happen to just be my favourite(s)
This is more than amazing. I don't really think the picture does much for the poem as a whole, but the picture is nice. It's a truly beautiful poem, it really describes a feeling that ever person has towards someone they love at some point in their relationship. This is exactly what I'm looking for in my contest. Thanks for submitting it.
Hehe picture poems usually make me think of picture books... because my attention is so short, I need something to keep me entertained, a little bit.
But that's not what I meant to say.. wait... no... That kind of sounded like an insult.
It wasn't meant to be, really.
This is beautiful. I love it. It's... beautiful. You have a knack for writing simply and packing lots of emotion/thoughts/words into it. The idea of the first line: "I can't be forever for you today" It's great. Like... soulmates, parental love, God... Things that are supposed to last forever and fulfill you. You're supposed to keep faith, and sometimes it seems like they aren't holding up their end of the deal. "I can't love you today. I can't be your friend today. I can't save you today. I can't be relied upon today... It's all too much. It's not enough." Yeah. Nice.
And if you were their forever and everything was spelled out--how boring. No room for silence. For sitting upon rooftops and beaches and listening. You want to hold onto this ethereality (word?). And if you give into the commitment of being forever, then what? Then your future is marked. You have retirement and grandchildren and nursing homes and gravesites to plan...
You probably already know this, but I love repetition. The end line really is like an echo. I like it.
Lovely. Excellent ending, love the sentiment. Would like to have had some more example of what you aren't, but feel you needed to keep it short to fit the pic as well, so nothing wrong really. Love the poem/pic setup, exquisite.
I am at odds with relating the photo with the poem, feeling like I am missing that great "something" that is to be seen. The words themselves: the last paragraph of Angelo Cantera's review is a good expression of the meaning I felt from the poem's entirety in words. It made me ponder that we can't be someone's "everything" without losing the purity that comes from the realness of relationships--the thought that there should always be individuality--the comfortable silences of just "being".