Poets Come and Go
poems ebb and poems flow ~
doubt shadows crossroads
pathways to and fro
the weight upon poetic hearts
course down roads unknown
nothing lasts forever
ne’er look back the road
invisible ... "so it goes"
do unto ... moving on
here tomorrow
gone today walk on
self-soothe the torn soul
never fall in love ...
... alone ...
sub-entry : 2 cents worth ...
... the revolving trap door
of the omnipresent virtual world
leaves me feeling hollow
melancholy & barren at times ;
indifference is not in this DNA ,
a bitter sweet torn for those often alone ...
... recently I was asked , why embrace solitude ...?(!)
I did not answer until now ... it was not my plan ...
albeit I feel lost watching little pieces of heart broken off ;
chipped away , digital detachment , abandoned , left bleeding
can a heart get smaller ?(!)
... what will become of hearts if we keep them hidden... ?(!)
must it be hidden from perched atop sleeves to shelter...?(!)
what's the purpose of creative fruition if boundaries shield, detachment to save your heart ...?(!)
... cyberbullying wears many disguises to the highly sensitive !
... what is a healthy boundary and will it help you save yourself
from yourself when cyber-connectedness wanes ?(!)
... is writing a season ?(!)
... if love is a season , why not beat the retreat ?(!)
... all rhetorical questions internalized, yet ,
I ask myself unashamedly out loud ,
purging loathed frustrations that highlight
our live's unplanned imperfections
At the moment, perhaps self-preservation is instinct ---
... respecting "space"...
do unto others golden rule ---
... attrition happens in all forms of communities
and yet it is,selfishly disheartening ....
this , a cathartic vented side effect
of the dispiriting turnover in online communities ...
... where have all the flowers gone?
... I've never been very good at letting go ,
and besides that , I just don't want to ...
harlon rivers
October 21, 2013
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