We are in agreement
The birds and I
Our sacred covenant
N’er to be broken
They swear
To look for you
At every corner
And shadow
For the price of suet and seed
And when found
They will report to me
Your whereabouts
In complete detail
Whether high or low
They follow my every step
Now, no longer
Do I wait by lit window
Nor anticipate another sunset
Without half of my soul
Be it cliff or chilly waters
Mired exposure
Dangers from vicious beasts
Dangers from within
Or falls within the abyss of doubt
We will find you
And you will find me
In this new place
You bring us to.
There is no such thing as Valentines Day. There is no such thing as romance. There is only the practice of love. It takes us through dark places into the light. It takes our every ounce of strength, and gives us comfort when everything changes. And only works, when we give everything without accounting.
Not easy.
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Beautiful poem, very deep in meaning. Love this:
“Nor anticipate another sunset
Without half of my soul”
I don’t like Valentine’s Day either, but basically because it is very commercial. As a person who comes from Catalonia I very much prefer Saint George’s Day (Dia de Sant Jordi, in the Catalan language) on April 23. We give books and roses to all those we love, not just romantic partners but relatives, friends and even work colleagues. It is therefore a wider spectrum that also includes culture with the books.
You say “There is no such thing as romance. There is only the practice of love.” Yes, but if we cannot find love we can only dream about it. There is a much better writer than me, whom I strongly recommend you and all your followers. It is my friend Mario Savioni. His novel “Pickles and Tarts” (very short chapters, easy to read), is a story where 54-year-old Frank has been selected by 19-year-old Nicole through a dating site. Frank looks at Nicole’s photos on the site and is attracted to her beauty. Nicole tells him she has a boyfriend and is not interested in a romantic relationship. She adds: “It’s fun to talk to different people sometimes.” The only apparent thing Frank and Nicole seem to have in common is their interest to write stories. Perhaps they want to meet just to write one together? Now Frank has already started to imagine this story, a story-within-the-main-story. “Pickles and Tarts” is a lovely story of illusion-delusion, dream-reality, non-conformist with the Capitalist system, reflective on love, sex and human relationships in today’s world. It is profound and highly intriguing: https://savioni.wordpress.com/2019/03/15/pickles-and-tarts-chapter-10/
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Marta, I forcefully wrote hyperbole into “there is no romance” to shock one’s level of comfortable thinking. My wife and I are still very romantic towards one another…after 37 years. We learned many years ago that romance does not wait to be noticed or stoked at any specific time. She promised she will be my friend for my entire life. “How should I treat someone who makes such a powerful promise?” That is what I try to ask myself every day.
Thank you for reading, and thank you for the tip (Mario).
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You are welcome kindly, Mark. So glad you and your wife are still so much in love. I hope you like Mario’s work as much as I do.
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