Untangled

Untangled

A Poem by Lola_Bee
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When one became two

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Am I healed? Have I felt all that I could?

Have I been truly understood,

Am I selfish, is it all about me?

Eyes wide shut, Do I ever see?

 

What is freedom? What is love?

Who can give us any of the above?

Why does it always fall short, why do we always seek?

Because happiness and love are not the same languages we speak.  

 

It was perfect, it was more, It accepted me , It understood

we wanted, we needed, we felt, thereafter nothing more could

Stages and phrases, Inlove? Love? Time only knew

Until we became see through! Not enough, no longer new

 

I long, I crave, no more can I gain nor lose

We had, we tried, we were, now we knew

Everything we were, is it ever true?

Further apart we grew

Once one, became two….


Untangled 



© 2018 Lola_Bee



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This was a fabulous write and I thoroughly enjoyed reading it. It applies to so many of our social relationships and our place in the family of man. I'm reminded of an old Harry Bellefonte tune, "Turn the World Around" and repeating refrain in the song which says, "Do you know who I am? Do I know who you are? See we one another clearly? Do we know who we are?" We all cry. We all hurt. We all love and laugh and dream. The sensitive ones among us which are generally the poets, the artists and the dreamers seem to suffer more while seeking for that human connection which makes each of us vulnerable and more human. Truly enjoyed. Bless.

Posted 5 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lola_Bee

3 Months Ago

thank you so much for your wise and appreciative words. truly means alot



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Dear Lola-Bee, you question many things.
"What is freedom? What is love?
Who can give us any of the above?
Why does it always fall short, why do we always seek?
Because happiness and love are not the same languages we speak."
The above lines are great questions. We want love and we mistreat her, we seek freedom and we forget her. I believe the language of love is lead with kindness, concern and we listen. I enjoyed this poetry made old Coyote think this morning.
Coyote

Posted 5 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lola_Bee

3 Months Ago

Aw thats wonderful, im so glad you enjoyed and it made you think. thank you old friend, your words a.. read more
Coyote Poetry

2 Months Ago

I loved this poem and you are welcome my friend.
The image that you have chosen to go alongside your words is fabulous. The young shadows, vibrant, dancing and facing each other and then the reality after years, the two elderly people walking in opposite directions. This speaks to me of loss of identity. Great title as well.

Chris

Posted 5 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lola_Bee

3 Months Ago

I am so glad you enjoyed it. Thank you so much for reading and leaving a comment. TC
This was a fabulous write and I thoroughly enjoyed reading it. It applies to so many of our social relationships and our place in the family of man. I'm reminded of an old Harry Bellefonte tune, "Turn the World Around" and repeating refrain in the song which says, "Do you know who I am? Do I know who you are? See we one another clearly? Do we know who we are?" We all cry. We all hurt. We all love and laugh and dream. The sensitive ones among us which are generally the poets, the artists and the dreamers seem to suffer more while seeking for that human connection which makes each of us vulnerable and more human. Truly enjoyed. Bless.

Posted 5 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lola_Bee

3 Months Ago

thank you so much for your wise and appreciative words. truly means alot

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