Lover of clear edges you cannot know your feelings
Feelings are always where edges blur
You sit down by the window and look up at the moon’s lid
You cannot concentrate
The lungs are full of fust, so
You walk for hours down the quiet streets, meeting winter’s air
Watching darkness thin and colours are deepening
And you long for a clear heart, a clear, pure, transparent heart
Where things can be grouped and given names:
Peacock feathers Brass Lockets Kitchen Sinks
And you know you will never find it, never
Because the human heart is not like that
You will try and walk and come home
And eat and read the news and work and
Slowly, maybe in September, you will begin to accept and learn
From the kaleidoscope of feelings
Pieces tumbling into one another Confused
And you will begin to at last accept those edges
Those edges that are changed To watch how they blur
A Tribute to a Beloved Father
So rich and with such depth. Very well spoken!
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Made me cry. Gorgeous. Timely for me to read. Thank You, Beautiful Vera. ❤️
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Thank you, Katy, happy it moved you. ❤
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Completely. You have no idea. Yesterday in blogland was bizarre. A few of You made me cry. Music. Poetry. Photographs. Thoughts. It was like a gentle treading through many hearts, including my own. Thank You for being part of that. It was such a sweet, healing gift. ❤️
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So happy I could be part of it, Sweet Girl. ❤
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🤗💖☀️!
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