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DISCONNECT
DISCONNECT
[inspired by the works of St. Exupéry and Sartre: VOL DE NUIT and LA PESTE]
And I wonder
why love dies
for some and lasts forever
for another one
And I think
where did all the friendships go
promises of unconditional “ever to be.”
why revenge and cruelty
when they end.
There are no true connections
no real loving or affection
for some…for many.
we whirl in Time in our own
sublime dreaming
an island we
lost in a sea of similarity
a covenant of one we come
into this Earth’s Light
a covenant of one we fall
into another...
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Candlewitch
Wed, 2012-02-15 12:31
Dear Joe,
A thought on:
where did all the friendships go
promises of unconditional “ever to be.”
why revenge and cruelty
when they end.
If ther are thoughts of revenge and acts of cruelty when the affair has ended, then it wasn't love but an obsession. A good poem which made me think.
always, Cat
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Geremia
Wed, 2012-02-15 13:03
Yes. If love hurts, it's not
Yes. If love hurts, it's not love.
thanks.
Joe
author commentKailashana2
Wed, 2012-02-15 15:03
To answer your question, as
To answer your question, as it were, God's love (or the mystery of the ineffable) is the perfect love that created the universe. Humans, may or may not know and feel that love.
Is love really love when it turns ugly with human vindictiveness, hate, without compassion and forgiveness? Only in as much as our return to love.
Parsing and paring down your poem, Joe:
And I wonder
why love dies,
if it does;
where do friendships go
with promises of “ever to be.”
Must revenge and cruelty
be their end?
There are no true connections
nothing real is loved.
We whirl in Time in our own
sublime dreaming. (Liked this stanza)
Of islands we lost
in seas of similarity,
a covenant of one
I come
into Earth’s bright light
a covenant of one we fell...
still falling.
(My rendition, take or leave it, Joe)
Geremia
Wed, 2012-02-15 15:19
In reality, y Anna, your
In reality, y Anna, your rendton is far better, but it is not me :)
Love to y ou, my Anna
Joe
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