Does he feel the weight press against him?
The weight of cold pressing truth.
Does it force the guilt from his pores like oil?
No..she sees it is light as a bubble....
Truth lifting its way out of him
With a merry grin and promises of eternal friendship.
Oh..the divine freedoms of nothing more!
Alas, loves confusion is her bed of nails,
And, it seems she is tucked down tight.
Her too high pillow is stuffed full of whispered wishes,
And wet with a river of tears.
Oh what delicious torment
To be started through happenstance!
What does it matter if purity of intention,
Holds her from freedom of heart
If both leave her lonely?
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© 2012
No harm indeed, except for the ponder Speechless! Did you pop onto my heart and take notes? ? ? ? ? ? No I know you didn't. But I do wonder if they may be in cohorts.
Like this. Truth, only just discovered it and don't know how I lived so long without it. But this poem does put the other case the way it so often seems. Definitely something to ponder on.
I just this Ruby it is beuatiful and the depth is wonderful
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
No harm in pondering.... But how we women need the truth along with the real men Or the river of truth will most certainly flow. ps speaking of women Have just seen August: o With Julie Roberts and Meryl Streep... You have to see it.... Crazy but amazing