Self Expression (part deux)

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This one still needs some work

Even then I saw in you who you are now
though you could not see it for yourself.
Your life in crushing tension
the blessings of poverty in the depth of privilege.

But salvation was there
You speak now of how he inspired you to reach higher,
like Sysyphus he tried to bend you to his will
you were unbroken but scarred

While you stared at the heavens looking for renewed hope,
you forgot that small refuge of stability beneath your feet.
There was solid rock in the sea of chaos
but fractured fissured flawed, faultlines hidden deep.

The winds of change soured me, scoured me
exposed the feet of clay, body of clay, head of clay
as solid as straw to be grasped while drowning
but your epiphany came first

I hoped in that moment simply
to feel your gentle touch a little while longer before
you chrysalized knowing you would take flight
and never touch me again
 
Trog, can I ask, did you write these for a particular person, from the past or something? Or, if you don't want to say, I understand.
 
Darla said:
Trog, can I ask, did you write these for a particular person, from the past or something? Or, if you don't want to say, I understand.
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Yes, past, same woman

Are you enjoying these? I don't know if enjoy is the correct word...

Thoughts?
 
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on Love and loss.

All love is eventually lost and life is all about love and eventually we all realise that even if its too late when we realise it.
 
Darla said:
Yes, they are very moving.

I remember, the one you told me about.
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This is not the same girl as the one from the story of the dance - A different heartbreaker.

To answer to the unasked question - No, my wife has not left me.

As I get into middle age, I look back more often, sometimes with deep regret and sometimes with pride.
 
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As I remarked on your earlier poem, this is beautiful.

... and brilliant.

I admire the courage of someone who is willing to expose his/her deepest insights and vulnerability so eloquently.
 
Thorn said:
As I remarked on your earlier poem, this is beautiful.

... and brilliant.

I admire the courage of someone who is willing to expose his/her deepest insights and vulnerability so eloquently.
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Thanks!

It's a lot easier to write about heart ache. I'll have to see if I can find the story of the dance and post it here. Another love lost topic.
 
Troglodyte27 said:
This is not the same girl as the one from the story of the dance - A different heartbreaker.

To answer to the unasked question - No, my wife has not left me.

As I get into middle age, I look back more often, sometimes with deep regret and sometimes with pride.
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Oh a different girl, ok. I always remembered that one you told me about, even her name, because remember why you told me?

I was not even thinking that your wife left you though, really.
 
Darla said:
Oh a different girl, ok. I always remembered that one you told me about, even her name, because remember why you told me?

I was not even thinking that your wife left you though, really.
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Yes, I remember. She (S) is the subject of these two. "Dance" is a different girl though some of the images are similar.
 
Cypress said:
Damn, you get dumped a lot Trog. ;)
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Yes I did, and for being a nice guy mostly. Too often the friend.

C'est la vie, mais la vie, elle est belle, non?

I need to regain my fluency in french. It is such a pretty language.
 
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Darla said:
Men are so hard on each other in public. You're all softies in private you know.
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I know. We give each other grief over stuff like this. These are pretty good trog. It's just my heterosexual male duty to give trog crap about it.
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Cypress said:
I know. We give each other grief over stuff like this. These are pretty good trog. It's just my heterosexual male duty to give trog crap about it.
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I know the HMWH club handbook rules as well as you do. No offense taken.
 
The sad fact is men cannot afford the luxury of going to pieces when shit happens. Well, you can, but you will be considered weak and unattractive.
 
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