There's a Hole in Your Ego

A small set of lines on the tenacity of love.

There's a Hole in Your Ego

I see there's a hole in your ego
Where the sun shines through,
Upon sunny pastoral scenes,
Quite a lovely view.

But it contrasts with the overcast,
The clouds of the past where
Our thunder rumbles and our lightning
Scenes flash fast, striking

Outcropping's of memory mountains,
Silhouettes, emotions -
Rugged and vast they shelter a small soul's
Wilderness-dark crevasse.

Reach out to me, I to you, perhaps
We can abide there too...
But prefer that sunny, grassy sward
Where flowers of poems grow

... gently from your words.

Reviews

[Meraki]

Oh Tam, that's beautiful.. I was so caught up in the scenery I almost forgot the stuff behind it. The hole in our ego is where we are truly ourselves and therefore the most vulnerable that place where we feel. Excellent

[Tam Warink]

Thank you for stopping by and reading, Meraki. There is a saying that I heard once long ago, "Never let the weeds grow up on the path to a friend's house." Thanks, PathFinder! :)

[Meraki]

:) I'm always glad to stop by it's wonderful to read your writing.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

god this is really wonderful...i got so caught up in the images...the ego of love as fragile as the ego of the poet...but flowers do grow like poems, and love can grow from gentle words...

so easily...if we do reach out to one another.

[Tam Warink]

Jacob, that is such a wonderful and warm comment... truly, a perfect balance for this long winter. Thank you for your unique insight into these lines. As always, it is the reader that gives meaning and life to such as this and for that I am exceedingly grateful.

[Frieda P]

You wax poetically perfect. That hole in your ego is apparently filled with poetry and dancing wildflowers. Love this one Tam, it made me emphatically smile.

[Tam Warink]

Thank you, thank you! Frieda, my dear, it's like deja vu all over again... you and Pryde, coaxing me out of the burrow after a time of hibernation. I yawn and press the ZXNOOZE button in my brain that is always resetting itself despite my best efforts.

[Frieda P]

I had to double check if you wrote this one Tam, it made perfect sense ha...;-) pleasure was all mine!

[Tam Warink]

Uh, now you have me curious... how did you double check and why? Making sense, well, I'm sure that's just a happy coincidence. :)

[Frieda P]

Usually I have to read you at least 3 times to get the deep essence of your poem....I got this in ONE! ;-)

[Tam Warink]

Ah, now I understand. You wax, I wain... the ebb and flow of the living universe; sublime.

[Pryde Foltz]

I see there's a hole in your ego
Where the sun shines through,
Upon sunny pastoral scenes,
Quite a lovely view.

Our ego is designed to protect. The question is what are we being protected from. Sublime write, Tam.

a 100 sunny scenes from me.

[Tam Warink]

Oh, Pryde, you have made my morning, noon and night. Thank you for that kind assessment. I've peeked from beneath the covers and it is not quite Spring... not just yet. ;-)

[Pryde Foltz]

Soon, soon. My dear friend.