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Anti-social & social butterflies

 

To be present while being absent means to keep evolving until the moment of the joyous reunion and fruitful exchange. Let me rest on your flower for a while... 


To be present for each other without inner growth but with more common memories can also trigger the need to be absent while being present. That’s the worst kind of loneliness. To feel alone while surrounded by friendly people. Creating empty memories with the hope that they will be able to repeat the past the good times the created together with genuine friends once upon a time. To feel alone while being surrounded by friendly people whose intentions are as pure as yours. Friendly people that love being among humans have some laughs and can recognize/value/estimate and amplify/validate each other's misery show some extra and ever repeating sympathy(sympathy for the devil)up to the moment they lock their home door and feel exhausted. Consumed. Empty. Starving for some intimacy.

Each exchanged word is an intimate moment until you stop listening to your soul. Until you start focusing on what you don’t have and let it take a bigger space inside you until you become the pain of what you don’t have and forget yourself and us. What I ‘ve just written is not a definition is not judgement I write about what I experienced. I prefer to be absent. I do not exist while growing while becoming and when you stop and take your time to observe me as I do you make me smile warm my heart but why did you stop? Do you need to rest as well?





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Written on 2014-07-15 at 20:34

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2014-07-19


F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
Hm, this sparks so many thoughts and emotions, I wouldn't know where to start to give a just impression of what your words struck for me here :) So many lines felt like they dug in and grabbed a portion inside. There's a palpable depth to all of this that moves me as the reader, and I very much enjoyed - thanks.
2014-07-17



Superb butterfly painting by the way.

There's one little black butterfly that comes to sip the nectar from a zinnia plant on my patio every day. It's definitely the same butterfly. One thing I notice is that it is so focused on its job--to slurp up all the luscious nectar in all those flowers--nothing else matters to it. Being present, as you point out so well in your poem, is important.

Thanks for poem.
2014-07-16


Purple Phoenix
I often find myself either in front of the crowd performing or behind it hiding... I make jokes that I could well be the introverted extrovert! The end of the second paragraph might as well have been written from my own head! Then the next one made me think... What would I have missed if I didn't flit around with the other social butterflies? Certainly not my warm couch and a glass of wine! ;)
2014-07-16


Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
A lot of excellent, valid philosophical points
underscored in the soul philology that
is articulated in this piece.
Complex matters that may or
may not
slowly dissolve from the tongue into
the brain.
2014-07-15