Courtship

 

The more I sense,

the more is sensed

 

The closer I apply my attention,

the bigger everything becomes

 

There is layer upon layer of world;

 

a hitman blows the head of someone,

a flower begins to sprout,

Bob Dylan gets awfully old,

I have to pee at 4 AM

- or the coffee is a smidgen too strong...

 

I don't mean ANYTHING that I write

 

Griffonner & Sameen have made me realize that,

when seeming to believe that I do mean what I say,

though that doesn't mean more than tapping my foot to a tune

 

I just find ways for words:

The meaning appears in the mind of the reader

 

Some believe that each word would even hold up

in court

 

Well, life – in its entirety -

on the surface tension of heredity & environment,

is a courtship

that sails the seas of blood & love,

with ongoing proceedings

 

If I had the futile urge

to voice any true kind of opinion,

I'd join a political party, or start one;

not join Poetbay,

the best asset of which

is the free & lofty passage through Nothingness

and Impermanence!

 





Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-12-04 at 11:36

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Ingvar Loco Nordin The PoetBay support member heart!
No, Sameen, it's you who believe what I say, not I... Believe me, it's just handicraft, trade - nothing else!
2023-12-07


Sameen The PoetBay support member heart!
I would refute you. I think you mean everything you say. And I think you truly believe what you write.

I wonder where you got the notion for otherwise.
2023-12-07


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
I return so many times on PoetBay to people who are no longer active on the site. I find them both from personal bookmarks and from clicking on the images on the right hand side of the 'Today's Texts' page. People like Zoya Zeldi. That PoetBay retains these older submissions affords a wonderful Portal to days gone by. I don't personally see any impermanence there. Their words remain and continue to paint a picture/describe a circumstance that can still be shared, and I can still learn from their techniques.
Is the question more a case of how fundamentally one believes in the power of words; of our words... how deeply meant they are?
Blessings and love, Allen
2023-12-04