Tag: parting

So good to miss,so hard not to kiss

Mileage Out of Bicycle Parts
Mileage Out of Bicycle Parts (Photo credit: cobalt123)
Carl Jung
Carl Jung (Photo credit: Psychology Pictures)
Loneliness doesn't come from having no one aro...
Loneliness doesn’t come from having no one around you, but from being unable to communicate the things that are important to you. -Carl Jung (Photo credit: deeplifequotes)

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Since you went away

I miss your tenderness

I miss your affection

I miss your music

I miss your humor

I miss your voice

I miss your hands

I miss your bony shape

But

I don’t have to hear how the shadow side of your literary persona is feeling…. usually terrible

I don’t even have to know you are not your literary persona.

Was it all that literary?

More pretentious

By the way,it was Jung who invented the term persona for a front we put on

I don’t have to hear your view on a topic I know more about than you but you hate to admit it

I don’t have to pretend to be less intelligent than you

I don’t have to tolerate your sulking for days

I don’t have to spend my money on books you think I should read… especially on politics

I don’t have to worry if my art is better or worse than yours

I don’t have to tolerate your extreme rigidity…it’s hard sleeping with a board!

And a beard!

I hate most of your favorite foods

I don’t have to act like a mother to you… a good mother,that is

I  like the space you have left.

Sometimes we really do need more space.

I don’t have to wear a pretty but chilly  nightgown

I can read all night and play with the cat

I can go out with the man whom I met in the museum of modern art

I can drink all the tea in the pot

I

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Lies of love.. a sonnet

 

I wear my heart displayed upon my face.
Attentive readers find their meaning there..
Where feelings thought too deep to be embraced
Can shine demurely where they do not scare.

As Freud observed we're never quite disguised
Betrayal is our body's real motif
The message comes conspicuous from the eyes..
Bright sparkles or your tears of blackest grief.

The answer to a question seemly leaps
So Yes or No is visibly revealed.
The blush that spreads so fast across the cheeks
Both bold and shy unable to conceal.

Your face tells me you lied when Love you wrote.
Yet let us part with song as we are poets.