when i look at the words
woven in the fabric –
love stands out.
but see,
it needs a place
where comfort resides-
a poetic declaration
threaded out of life.
tragedies of yesteryear
become explorations written in metaphor.
sometimes
understanding is all it takes.
can there be a strength,
as a romance unfolds
to be omnipotent and alive?
if it does,
it takes two
and the work
will have a meaning
when you and i
stare into each others eyes
for the very first time.
I particularly like: **tragedies of yesteryear
become explorations written in metaphor.**
As poets we certainly do this often.
thank you for that comment. yes we do. it’s an old poem about 8 years ago that i touched up. mixed breed also means older and newer stuff. 90 percent of the newer is up.