What can be worse than the complete agony of being in love? Yet what could possibly be a more enriching experience? Some of these entries arise out of the euphoria of first love and the rape of innocence; the rest reflect the musings of a more mature poet: one who is compelled to accept the absurdity of the transient world, but has the courage to romance it nevertheless. At times it is not even poetic... too brutal to be so. But therein lay the catharsis: purgation of life’s follies.
Sunday, August 22, 2010
A glance used to float Up a flight of stairs And vanish round the corner. Often a smile, a nod. "I have a photograph. Preserve your memories They're all that's left you"
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