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Love’s Illusion~ rev:71a

28 Apr

     

Yes, Love, I was born with the first waxing moon.

Bald, without a thought for a tea’s afternoon;

—we embraced, dancing in every crook and cranny of my mind,

only to find myself as no one, and finding no place there.

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Oh failing heart, why did you forgo me?

To enter space where I would thirst?

Then, drowned me in a sea of deserts bleached sand.

Perhaps, in the essence of  moonlight and sunlight

—I will find You, where their lights both meet, and see

 what I have never lost nor have ever found.

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18 responses to “Love’s Illusion~ rev:71a

  1. Rall

    May 1, 2018 at 10:11 am

    Friendship never found…..Friendship is a rare jewel in the crown.You will never have more than one and that is miraculous in itself.

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  2. Magaly Guerrero

    April 30, 2018 at 10:26 pm

    “friendship… never found” that reads so lonely.

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  3. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)

    April 30, 2018 at 2:48 pm

    The night can be an illusive friend…

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  4. Mary

    April 30, 2018 at 9:17 am

    The last one is really powerful. Sometimes indeed one thinks that there is a friendship that really never is! So sad when what one hoped would bloom never comes to fruition! I always enjoy your short glimpses of life really!

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  5. dsnake1

    April 30, 2018 at 4:48 am

    it reads like a fantasy tale, i don’t know, but it’s really lovely.

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  6. thotpurge

    April 30, 2018 at 4:39 am

    Intriguing… when the sun forsakes us… life slips into eternal shadow.

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  7. ZQ

    April 29, 2018 at 10:55 pm

    Good understanding gillena… from a sinner freed in Easter. 🙂

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  8. gillena

    April 29, 2018 at 10:04 pm

    Very interesting, mythical and entertaining. Thank you for linking to Sunday Standard today

    much love…

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  9. magicofwordsblog

    April 29, 2018 at 9:21 pm

    Each stanza is a poem in itself. The last one is my favorite. Lovely & poignant.

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  10. Rosemary Nissen-Wade

    April 29, 2018 at 8:57 pm

    A beautiful illusion, if ultimately sad.

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  11. Brother Ollie

    April 29, 2018 at 7:56 pm

    Glad to see you still at it. Been a while since my last visit. Keep ’em coming sir.

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  12. Vivian Zems

    April 29, 2018 at 7:51 pm

    Beautifully penned!

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  13. ZQ

    April 29, 2018 at 7:07 pm

    Except in our well cultivated gardens…under a full moon.

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  14. ayala

    April 29, 2018 at 3:34 pm

    I agree with Sherry…lyrical and beautiful.

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  15. Sherry Marr

    April 29, 2018 at 1:00 pm

    Your writing is so lyrical in this beautiful poem. Sigh. I love “in deserts bleached sand turned to brown” . Your closing lines are perfection. This poem pinged at my heart.

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  16. Donna@LivingFromHappiness

    April 29, 2018 at 12:38 pm

    Ah we are both enamored by moonlight in our poems….unrequited love can feel so elusive and sometimes with such hatred in the world it seems love and friendship are only a dream.

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  17. sanaarizvi

    April 29, 2018 at 12:04 pm

    This is incredibly poignant 💜 Especially love “My sweet sun why did you forego me?To enter space where I did thirst.” 🌄

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  18. annell4

    April 29, 2018 at 11:54 am

    Beautiful words, collected into a beautiful poem.

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