i love you
both
options are appealing
to an open heart
flutter by shootings are common
in the realm of the corpuscle
this chemistry bonds souls
bristling skin’s silky hair
reminds me of the fear of love
an arrow pointed at my self
precursing the coming of the pain
measured wound open but yet healed
Hedge hosts Friday 55 over at Verse Escape.
Stories and photos from Scotland
an anamcara exploring those close encounters of the liminal kind
The Life Hack Adventuress
Collecting, summarising and sharing evidence of the impact of music education
Random. Thoughts. Notes.
The best of the literary web
This is a blog about my life. It's about much more than living with cancer. It's about reading books, cold water swimming, mothering, eating. All that stuff that people who don't have cancer do. If you're looking for my poems you need to go to fmmewritespoems.wordpress.com
SteveTanham - writing, mysticism, photography, poetry, friends
A dose of fetish. Good friends. An incomparable muse.
poetic ponderings...parenting...procrastination...
Writer of children's literature, short stories and poetry
it could be that
Freelance writer back on the edge ready to jump!
South meets East: Poetry and Musings - words of the seasons
And I thought I just had a crazy personality!
Voyages down under
A woman writer's blog with invitations to other writers
torn, eh? join the club… this was the title of my last poem:)
Yup…I tried to visit but there seems to be no blog there?
Verse Escape or my new place at angie reinspired?
New place. The angie reinspired link next to your name here does not connect up.
Find me at: posthumousness.wordpress.com
Gotcha. Thanks.
The chemistry that bonds souls. Perfect
Thanks for dropping by. I see you have new blog up. I’ll drop by and have a read.
This is the kind of love poem I particularly enjoy–mature, layered, and full of the juice of experience, which while its no panacea, often gives us that insight which contains a saving grace. I especially like “…flutter by shootings are common…” and the gentle, but potent close. Thanks so much for playing, Paul–have a kickass weekend.
reminds me of the fear of love
an arrow pointed at my self
precursing the coming of the pain
A common fear, and what unknown strength it takes to overcome the coming pain.
For me this speaks of the fear of having a new relationship after a former relationship broke apart. I think it’s important to let the wounds heal to be able to trust again
Love is certainly wounding, even a true and mutual love…
But if a broken heart, we try and try again, for somehow the pain seems worth it.
Anna :o]
Love can be an arrowed bitch…