Poem -
STONE
I am becoming someone still
Something you cannot hold
Words are hard to say
As i sit in my distant mind
I'm aware of my lack of awareness
And the gradual loss of embrace
I just find it difficult to see love
In the space it use to reside.
I know I held you before
On the edge of a morning bed
I know I once talked
And listened to what you said
But I feel emotion slipping away
As if a stone grows in my throat
And I hate coming home to silence
My quiet lips from which no pin drops.
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A scene many of us have experienced, you certainly don't hold your punches when it comes to emotional attachment, I could feel the desperation of pain and the deafening silence. I'd say even with a stone in the throat communication is best. Then a way can be found to go forward or to get closure. Superb in imagery and emotion. 🌹
I was thinking about relationships, how quickly they can break down when the silent storm engulfs, I see men everyday, in work, unable to communicate, like zombies walking around and I wonder what are they like at home, do they communicate with a serious of grunts to there partners. Silence is a relationship killer, like a disease, it targets our hearts and minds.
Thanks for commenting and the good vibes.
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I believe we are around the same age so I guess our generation has seen a lot, I have many fabulous girlfriends who have never found the love they deserve and are now too old to have their own children. I often think this... There are probably million in convenient relationships because of children mortgages and marriage who are deeply unhappy. If they released themselves they may find there is a world of singles out there just waiting, but it is also very hard to make that change for so many reasons and then there's the lottery of if you eventually find the one, 😉 thank you for this wonderful conversation it is one I had just last week when one of my friends told me she prefers to be alone even in her relationship with her companion. I found this incredibly sad and unjust to her because she is a beautiful special woman. 🌹
'I know I held you before
On the edge of a morning bed'
bloody amazing lines. This I feel is about depression ( such a trite word) and also as you explained... this life. ( no difference really) Or rather the lack of it. 24 seven working, everyone home at different times.
Millionaires in power stealing our lives. Where is it written that life on this planet has to be lived THIS way. As for romantic love... again, well, you wouldn't want to know my views. It would be interesting to see if any one actually fell in love at all if we were all blindfolded. Beautifully written x