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Hi VJ, I can relate to this. I like the (almost) single word to a line structure, as well. Cheers! 🙂
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Thanks Steve.
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VJ do you think it’s the moon that’s got us all feeling caught in crosshairs? Or is simply the legacy of limitations, that desperate yearning to self-actualize that seems so out of reach? Either way, I love your poem; made me feel like I’m not the only one. 🙂
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I’m glad you could relate. I think moods move like tides, so it could be the moon.
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E, I accidentally deleted your message about the image and the poem. I wanted to say that these two poems (this one and A Mother Asks) came from a post I wrote years ago about my relationship with my mother https://onewomansquest.org/2016/06/30/no-one-will-ever-love-you/. I appreciate your comments and kinship on this.
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Thanks for the link. I’ll check it out. Yes, talking about my mother remains an uneasy thing. I love her and yet there’s always been a distance or barriers I never seemed to have the right words to explain. Your words help.
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So glad. Sometimes these relationships take a lifetime to figure out.
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I’m having trouble logging in to comment outside of WordPress that being said; wow, ow and a big hug. They say words can never hurt but I think brain science has now proven otherwise; especially the words of family. My Nana’s grandmother called her ‘homely’ and told her she would struggle with love. Sure enough the first man she was engaged to left her for another woman after returning from the Korean War. The legacy of toughness, distance and keeping up appearances filtered down to my mother and my sister and I. We’ve done and continue to do our best to heal and love anyway. I also appreciate what you said about not knowing what if feels like to be loved; you made some beautiful gestures in buying yourself flowers and chocolate (I did that too after my divorce) And still there can be longing for an elusive warmth. It sounds like having children was a healing experience for you. Good. 🙂 And hooray for both of us that after years of Mr. Wrongs we found our Mr. Right. Loving my husband and our dog is a great gift of this chapter of life.
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Cheers to that!
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