Love poems are so rarely my thing
I like to read a good one sometimes
But to write one?
Not so much lately
…
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Love poems are so rarely my thing
I like to read a good one sometimes
But to write one?
Not so much lately
…
With thoughts and love I
Revisit with empathy
Dear friend’s expressions
If I really could
I would raise high scaffolding
To lift heavy hearts
Today I reflect on connections
Giving love, receiving love
So many feedback loops
All precious, all powerful
All so very necessary
Like all things invaluable
Each with a secret expiry
Some brutal painful day
So hold them tight, cherishing
Until their inevitable dissolution
November 30, December 3 2024
My love grows in a mindfully cultivated garden
Raised to be shared with a small selection
As nutritious ingredients
For their wholesome efforts
…
They don’t like the word “deserving”
But they fear taking too much
They use different words
But I hear “undeserving” in their message
I ask…
The meanings of refinement
Include to purify, to reduce
To make more fine or polished
To make elegant or cultured
I have a mind programmed
To cultivate all the data, to gather all
That could ever
Possibly hold any kind of significance
At any point in the future
You could reasonably imagine
He gives me so many things, least of all the homemade bread.