You Again

in poetry •  6 years ago 



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Love is a glass of distraction



Our lives


An alchemy of pain:


Our love

Private and mysterious—


Can't be named.


You are

The morning star rising—


A cloud across the Moon;


A bright star gleaming

Even at noon.


Everything about you,

Unexpected


A sudden

Downpour of rain,


You leave my soul

Tattered


With gaps of your absence...


Until I see you again.



© 2018, John J Geddes. All rights reserved



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Sartre said: "No one is a writer for having decided to say certain things, but for having decided to say them in a certain way." I am so close to the way you talk about certain things and it's because your poems breathe close to me. In this poem inhabits the voice of a person in love who waits for someone who sometimes comes and goes, changing everything and in that leaving, undermines the skin of the other turning him into a bird without wings. It is always a pleasure to read you, my dear poet.

I think we inhabit the same world - love Sartre, even though I disagree with him and seem closer to Camus. Your responses are a continuation of my poems, Nancy

been away a while. Glad you are still writing. trying to read old ones too. great reads as usual my friend

Hey, Brian! Good to see you :)

Beautiful line and beautiful words you are using .

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Really very inspiring my friend:))

It reached my heart...
"Our love Private and mysterious"