Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

she was talkin' 'bout love
like you talk about the weather
in ways that diminish the brunt of feelings

you couldn't dig too deep
though I knew she felt more than just the rain,
she was protecting her heart

and so it was I played along
never one to turn down a good game of hide and seek
we ran through the fog and also the bite of winter

this is a short story wrapped up as a poem
no right, no wrong, only tears of joy
sometimes we may want more.... but settle for enough

Been doing a lot of retrospection myself, lately - I suppose it's natural, now that we're more viscerally aware that the end of our journey is approaching - time to look back & see where we've been, wondering what (if anything) it all meant - no regrets, no what-ifs - stuffing what we've collected over the years into a travel bag, pausing now & again to reflect on particular items: "wasn't THAT a time!", & "she was quite the character"... no one's going to write our biographies, build our monuments but us... we've gotta do that ourselves... little time capsules left behind for... whom?

"I was here..."

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something happens when putting down thoughts into words that is different from merely thinking those thoughts

in may be simply reading them as opposed to thinking them.....but for me it helps solidify the amorphous

if it's possible to romanticize endings, then writing helps me do it.
what begins tends to end, like it or not. I like looking at my past self experiencing stuff, thinking that the feelings then would never lessen.
Today I can romanticize that self's egocentric attitude. Ah, yes to that beginning and maybe after writing about it, I can see its end.

It seems enough is never quite ... enough?

some times enough is even too much
romantic endings of flask back to rainy day Streets of Baltimore in college park Maryland when I first kissed her rain wet lips. for all the pain I caused her later I can still remember that kiss without guilt. I rember jusrt bits AND PIECES OF THRE RELIGON OF MY MOTHERS AND Fathers before me, one bit remember is that a man should always be grateful he wAS NOT BORN A WOMan

sorry about the CAPS lock..but uppercase LETTERS ARE SO PATRIARCHAL

JUST a romance I hAD with a black widow spider
not the change the subject
BUT
to day aBOUT 6 pm dayliht savings time
AND I SAID ENOUIGH G-dam it and I broke out the gummies that been sitting in my fridge since six months ago and I et 1.
about writing getting it DOWN

please pardon typos but I am true beliver in jam
these text boxes I hide from myself in here at Doreen's garden pAARTY on the information highway
enoughh'

Thank you for the great responses ....