Each of us gives away our power
in ways we don't understand;
afraid of its potential ......
She
sickening sweet
butter wouldn't melt in her mouth.
Unreal
a ghost in the night
not fighting for what is rightfully hers
foolishly giving away her birthright
for a bowl of porridge.
He
fiercely fighting the strongest foe
but running in fear
from the need that pushes through his armor
hungering
for the giving and receiving
of gentle expressions of love.
He does not recognize his impotence
for the blessing it is - his Savior.
If he ever surrenders to it
he will find
it holds the very Key
he has been looking for -
the Key to Wholeness.
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This one elicits a sigh and a hmmmmmm.
Wollf lies down under a tree and digests.
He'll awaken later.
PWW...."yawns"...I told you I'd awaken later.
A beautiful bit of prose, "seemingly?", written for Wollf and his soon to be gone mate.
Describes a relationship with all its' myriad dysfunction in just a few words.
The beauty of poetry. The simple painfulness of misunderstanding "motive" for action.
Hmmmm. I may just send this to her with my final resolution.
Thank you
Wollf
This poem describes so many of us men and women who are victims of the patriarchal society we grew up in - as were our parents and grandparents before us.
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