Poetry …
“Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash.”
Leonard Cohen
Every lyric, every verse, comes from someone’s soul, the wordsmith paints with words, the photographer captures with his/her lens, the singer emotes with the smoldering passion within. How many times have you cried, drowning in the words of a song that you are hearing over and over, or found yourself completely lost while dancing in someone’s arms, not necessarily because of the person dancing with you, but for the memories that the music is invoking. Sometimes this causes a lot of confusion.
“I feel, therefore I am” remember hearing that.before. We do feel, each and every one of us has feelings, some are just better than others at either masking them, or denying them. While others live their feelings and enjoy the moments of creation. Expression. The sharing of the soul.
The road ahead lay shrouded in mist
so caught up in the landscape
I lost my way, and now wanted only to end the visit
yes, when we began there was laughter and light
everything just seemed so totally right
The sound of your name, set my heart aflame
we walked, we talked, we explored
everything was new, even though we had been there before,
nothing for either of us was the same
your eyes reflected mine, and mine drowned in yours
how were we to know that it would all
come crashing to an end.
Certainly it wasn’t our intent
yet, when the season’s changed, so did we
in our hearts we knew, the moment was gone
our song had ended, the lyrics came to an end
and once more, we stand alone
Alone with God, we can hear our heart
and feel it beat, with its steady rhythm, it is as strong as ever,
the shared moments of expression are still alive in our “hearts”
but what is voiced,expressed in media, or verbalized, is
the emotions lived…. … in loving you.
pure poetry
Q
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