Oh yes! This wouldn't work at home, looking in the mirror. So ugly the reality, how would they embrace themselves? I love the way you portrayed a Narcissistic love! Spot on. The imagery for rain is superb and I loved it!
I don't know why that last line makes so much sense to me, but I shall heed your warning Jacob.
What we feel isn't always what we say, just as some thoughts should remain thoughts for a reason.
That inner ego can sure talk a good game though, or as we say in Scotland "you're writing checks your a*s can't cash." 😀
I just wish I said less than I think and disagreed with that smooth talker of a mind more 😁
Posted 4 Years Ago
4 Years Ago
yes, the mind is a smooth talker and usually convinces us of what we need not know is true...better .. read moreyes, the mind is a smooth talker and usually convinces us of what we need not know is true...better off being in the dark
thank you, Lorry,
j.
We paint ourselves into the colour of our love(that special one)... Then we forget our true self and lose ourselves into the thought of our love. But when we realize that we love only to fulfil and mend our own heart then we try to console ourselves with a self hug. We and only we can heal our hurt and console our mind with self love
Posted 4 Years Ago
4 Years Ago
such insightful words, Dreamer...thank you so much for this review.
j.
I like this ... a narcissist ... do they have th capacuty to give back when concentration remaind needhole sharp on themselves ... showering you with admiration because they know they can fool some and get excatly what they want ...
thank goodness this narrator took a step back to galnce at the scene unfolding, thank goodness they had the strength to step well away :)
Dear Jacob, I can relate to this poem. Sometimes you are so tied up in caring and looking out for others, you forget about yourself. You have to love yourself too. Nicely penned.
The power of the mind to distract and dissuade and pull us into our psychological caves is awesome. mental defence mechanisms have a lot to answer for. The fourth stanza is simply divine Jacob!
I agree Jacob.
"I remembered myself
myself
and then wrapped my arms tightly
around the real love of my love
self-hugs
feel real good"
Few hugs received lately. A self-hug is needed. Hello my friend and thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote
Posted 4 Years Ago
4 Years Ago
thank you, Coyote, appreciate your kind thoughts,
j.
Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..