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Quiet
I could be my friendliest company
A lesson I will learn at least once a year
Longing for peace I can only feel alone
Failing, for I sought this peace in disorder
Waking up next to one person
And going about your days connected at the hip
Is not ideal for a poet
It becomes uninspiring
As love grows stronger when its denied
Or picked apart
But I learn again and again
That I am my friendliest company
And I wouldn’t like to spend days without him
Underneath my porch light
With a tea, now cold to the touch,
I understand disarray arises from neglect
And I should spend more mornings here
Swinging ever so slightly
With a poets rage who reflects so tenderly
A stable life of love
Is a poet's death
For where is the longing?
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neopoet
Thu, 2023-08-10 07:30
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Geezer
Thu, 2023-08-10 17:50
The longing...
for love may be a powerful motive to write, but I feel that with the question of stability settled, I would be free to ponder and expound on the rest of life's troubles. Poetry is not just for the romanticist, and there are many other things in life that are worthy topics. Be that as it may, I understand the need for turmoil in a poet's life. I would say, "With a poet[']s rage [that] reflects so tenderly. ~ Geezer.
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Lavender
Sat, 2023-08-12 00:05
Quiet
Hello, Leo,
Your clever final stanza could be a short poem by itself. "I sought this peace in disorder." The foundation of many poems, for sure. Usually a title helps me understand the poem; however, in this piece, the poem helped me understand the title.
Thank you!
L