she said
I get lost
in love
and I said
I get found
a difference
in expectations
and definitions
in a language
we both
are trying
to learn
she said
I get lost
in love
and I said
I get found
a difference
in expectations
and definitions
in a language
we both
are trying
to learn
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What fun!
Thanks. It sure felt that way to me.
Succinct. Subtle. Lovely.
Thank you.
Lovely!
Thank you.
Very nicely done, L. What I admire about your poetry is a sense of durability or resilence–not as themes of the poem, but that the poems themselves seem to have a certain durability to the passing of things and changes in the weather, and are themselves resilient in the face of suffering and the world’s harshness. Does that make sense? I look at this latest poem, and I see the many different ways the last four lines can mean, and the easy but sturdy vertical flow of the poem which seems more like a strong stem or trunk for something that branches out in our minds and flowers. It’s always a strange and enjoyable experience. I am sure this poem will spend some time spreading out in my mind as I drive into work today, and long after I have stopped reading I’ll still be reading.
Jeff, I don’t know what to say. That’s really so kind of you to say. Thank you very much.
Precisely perfect!