It almost feels real.


Love in the Digital Age

Tonight you offered me two precious gifts:
Your sonnet and your passion, each a part
Of you others neither know nor have missed,
Content with their safe places in your heart.
Still, they are dear to you, and they are real
In all the ways our lives will not allow.
Yet I wonder how they can fail to feel
This fierce passion that overwhelms you now.

Never to be any more than our words,
Though you say no one will ever know you
As I do. And in our words you have heard
The only passion you know to be true.
There, you are naked and lovely and real,
Safe in poems, nothing left to conceal.




Poetry by countryfog
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Written on 2011-01-25 at 18:22

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This is what it is to be a writer; it's why people write. The expectations of those around us (sometimes) comfort, but they also constrain. They force us to be "good old what's-his-name." Only through writing can we break free of such constraints to reveal what else we are.
2011-01-30


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Beautifully and thoughtfully spoken.
We risk when we share but the rewards are as you have written. I have felt this in some interchanges with others here but never could put the feeling into words as you have.

Joe
2011-01-28


sana
I can only say 'It almost feels real' :-)
loved the last line 'Safe in poems, nothing left to conceal.'
There are so many parts of us expressed in poems where we feel safe and secure!
2011-01-25