Poem -
We're No Others
To be a part of a whole
Feeling, being
The very thing that functions
So love hearts beat.
Even the smallest fragment
Is missed
Setting pieces apart
As the great time clock ticks,
We devolope a sixth sense
Perceiving the overflow of love
In return, recycle
What over pours
Into empty jars of needed,
Clashing so hard
Our shine, hot radiates
Precipitation repeated.
With soften gaze
I know no other:
By face, name
Or by love
These hands transpired
Into yours
Become transparent
Bypassing the heart,
Needle like fingers
Injecting one another
Forever....
Into the souls.
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Comments
Hi Devon beautiful write .bypassing the heart needle like fingers injecting one another into their souls. Great lines master poet. Cheers all stars from me hrl Â
Wow Hardrock master poet lol, I love that comment but I hardly believe I've reached that level but iam honored all the same by you. Thank you for the smiles brother.
Now that is what I was looking for on this one C not your typical write lol. I feel as if love that has no limitations and isn't what anyone or everyone percieves it to be but what you they or I make it. Love experienced with all senses why not develop a new sense to experience it more. I so appreciate this support from you sweet C it makes me drive for more of these unorthodox writes.
Wow Devon, I can read this over and over again. Great write. Cheers.
Thank you Cleo, appreciate you stopping by and checking out my work. Much love and respect.
We are not others, are always the same and love is also always the same feeling. Love can appear inside a sixth sense, but that generally is played with the hands and enters through the eyes, says Devon La Porte:
“Estas manos transpiran entre las manos amadas, son transparentes y pasan por el corazón con unos dedos de aguja, inyectando el amor en uno y otro corazón, cosiendo para siempre dos almas”
The translation is not very Orthodox, (Lol) but reflects perfectly the idea of the author, fingers from needle by injecting and sewing love, and when I say sew I mean to join two pieces, not a patch.
A greeting, the composition is clever, imaginative and this way of describing the love is also very impressive.
Lucas I might have mentioned this before you are one very wise man. Many thanks to you good sir for reading and for your feedback. Love is indeed same but can be different in aspects and I guess the differences would be the ideas or small things we do or put into the relationship that creates or draws the energy of love within the mind. Love is a sure thing like energy, true love that is and can live forever. My Love and Respect to you.