Balanced sustenance –
a recipe I seek, but
my mate is needy,
treasures extremes,
pulls, tugs – despite
the resistance,
the doubt,
I will succeed.
Triangular,
this relationship –
I hold one corner,
a loyal staple, while
he runs on sentiment,
questions mechanics,
manipulates,
threatens to tear
us apart, but
our love –
the pinnacle –
keeps us in check.
(Do you ever write a poem, tuck it away, and then discover it later, with no remembrance of the words or process? Such is this poem for me. No idea what spurred it and yet, here it is. Thought I’d share it anyway. Thanks for reading. Image is from personal collection.)
I often write poems now and look at them, ask where did that come from?
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Yes! I’ve had that experience too.
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Ah, it appears you have some gems tucked away in your oeuvre! Like this very much, dear V.J!
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Thank you, Diana.
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First of all, I enjoyed the poem and I’m glad you stumbled upon it and shared. To answer your question, yes, I often find poems or drafts of poems and I wonder where in the world did that come from? In fact, to be honest sometimes I will revise a draft and even wonder where the final product came from. 🙂 I guess we, as poets, are conduits for universe’s expression.
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Well said, LuAnne. I think we are conduits
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A very real acknowledgement of relationship.
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I’m glad you clarified…before I had time to start reading terrible things into it.
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Lol. Yes – that would not be good.
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🙂
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I have stories like that. Sometimes bits and pieces that I find later. Sometimes long complete ones.
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glad to know I’m not alone.
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some poems need to mature and resurface when we need it to. they store our feelings
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Well said, Gina.
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Chuckling at your question – several years back I began adding to the .doc for each poem a note about date written and what was influencing me at the time … MANY times when I read back I STILL cannot connect to what on earth prompted my attitude! Grin and go on …
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It’s like getting a gift from the self…unexpected and unexplained, lol.
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I tuck away beginnings of poems, but what fun to find a forgotten one!
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Thanks, Heather. Not sure what I was thinking, lol.
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You’re welcome.
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Best way to write a poem. Put it away and forget about it for a while.
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Makes me wonder how many consciousnesses are living in me – thanks, Mark.
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Plenty, I’ll bet. 🙂
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Lol.
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