The battered heart...it feels so sad to read...running from the hurt, seeking safe solace somewhere and yet all the learning in the world doesn't deter it from getting beaten again. What gives pain is what makes it tick. That's love, I think....
Posted 4 Years Ago
4 Years Ago
I think it is love, DIVYA...yes, I agree...
thank you,
j.
Ah, a poem with the same last word! Do we ever really learn from mistakes when it comes to love? I think our hearts ignore what our brains tell us. We tend to make the same mistakes over and over again. Sad, but true. Never too late to survive if you ask me. There is always hope. Lydi**
Posted 4 Years Ago
4 Years Ago
great friends think alike....Still.
Lionel is smiling on us, Lydi.
thank you for your .. read moregreat friends think alike....Still.
Lionel is smiling on us, Lydi.
thank you for your words,
j.
Unfortunately we only learn from our mistakes and not our successes. This reminded me not only those homeless but those escaping domestic violence.
Posted 4 Years Ago
4 Years Ago
I like your new photo, andrew.
And yes, why do you think it is that we just don't learn from .. read moreI like your new photo, andrew.
And yes, why do you think it is that we just don't learn from our successes....makes no sense.
I guess we only pay attention when we fail.
j.
4 Years Ago
Thank you Jacob I suppose I had to show my true identity one day now that i am over sixty lol.
The old heart can take only so many disappointments before it checks in at the Union Mission. Learning, learning, learning; it's the only true medicine.
Pain and sadness and it invokes so many memories when I was homeless and also makes me feel the pain of current events and even all those without a bed and meals and our own isolation so so much in this piece. Very well written
Posted 4 Years Ago
4 Years Ago
thank you, Pat...
yes, tough times...
and for some, tougher than for others...
.. read morethank you, Pat...
yes, tough times...
and for some, tougher than for others...
j.
Caught up in the Drama of life... no home... no Kin...
Only prayers from the Chapel bells can be heard.
At one time, Communities gave support to Shelters...
Now the population has grown like Dandelions
and no one to see their inner Beauty... a product of
Greed at high levels. Prayerfully, Pat
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..