Too often the love is one way. We would give anything and everything to that one person and, they do not see the value in us. Love hurts. I resolve this in my mind by saying that the good Lord has someone better in mind for me. I just need to be patient. A sad read for me.
Posted 1 Year Ago
1 Year Ago
Patience does wear out, but I guess we should never let it. Thank you, Temp, appreciate your read an.. read morePatience does wear out, but I guess we should never let it. Thank you, Temp, appreciate your read and words,
j.
I can't help but question, did she ever know? Has he ever told her of his love for her? Would the door open if she knew he loved her, wanted her, was desperate for her wanting him.
Take care - Dave
Posted 1 Year Ago
1 Year Ago
good questions, myh friend...
thank you for your read and words,
j.
Ah, a poem overflowing with emotions: anger, pain, frustration, humiliation, sadness, unrequited love, despair. So many ideas powerfully expressed in fifteen short lines. And, sadly, I can relate to the writer’s predicament.
Posted 1 Year Ago
1 Year Ago
thank you for your encouraging review, Richard,
j.
Loving in the shadow of the imagination of another is a tough place to be. I confess to once being the silly girl who loved the idea of some famous person more than the beautiful real offered to me ... in my younger days of course ... now the heroic untouchable has lost it allure.
I do feel for this lovelorn fellow with his red fists and blue heart; hopefully he will find a sunny outlook in the next object of affection.
As always your writes are superb exemplars of metaphor and word play.
Posted 1 Year Ago
1 Year Ago
real and flawed is much more beautiful...I do believe that. thank you, Pryde,
j.
It appears both people in this poem have the finely named "unpublished dreams" -- feelings and wishes are frustrated either by not listening or by not being heard. It's a sad poem and perhaps a bit angry about such avoidance. By being closed out, a person will miss part of life. By only dreaming, life will miss a person. Life will pass by, knocking but ignored.
You have my sympathy as the one who tries to no avail, the speaker in the poem. "...red fisted and blue hearted..." is how one sees love when the love is for a person who is wrapped too tightly elsewhere. That's a personal reaction to a universal problem well written in the poem. Thank you!
LJ
Not sure why but your words reminds me of a song dear Jacob
Love, Love , Love..All we need is Love...
I am filled with sadness reading this...every word is so important... I think this is my favourite read of yours so far....
Lisa, early morning in Spain
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1 Year Ago
"there's nothing you can say that can't be said"
thank you, Lisa...
j.
Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..