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so rare a thing


tilsover

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They sat at a wedding

their friends seemed so sure,

but could this new love

forever endure?

He listened in silence

his mind far away, then

turned to face her and said

"Love is strange."

 

How do you mean that?

she wondered out loud.

Why do you say that, please

tell me now.

 

His words sounded clearly a soft truthful ring,

"It's the most common, yet so rare a thing.

I love woods and wild places, bright starry nights

I love music and rivers and long Autumn hikes

I love pure morning air and the bright rising sun

so many things for me, love is well known."

 

But you mention no people,

is there nobody there?

 

Again, he answered simply

"For me, love is rare."

 

-- tilsover

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Love is rare and strange

and so is joy of life

eyes can't see what heart wants to

dreams come true making u my wife!

 

But life, dreams, love all become same when vaious factors come upon to dismantle our thoughts!

 

we couldn't find the calculative appropriate answers, but following gestures is the only option!

 

nice for the beloved one!

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goldenlangur

Hello tilsover,

 

 

There's a wonderful touch of the Ancient Mariner in your protagonist. He holds her captive with his vision of love centred on solitude and perhaps gleaned from bitter sweet experiences in the past.

 

There's something Zen in the simplicity and purity of his answers.

 

I could well be off the mark here. But thank you for a great read.

 

goldenlangur

goldenlangur

 

 

Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying.

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Aleksandra

Til , this is wonderful written piece. The narrating way and the very poetical middle part, makes this poem - special.

 

I agree with GL - this poem has some Zen inside. Also the subject of this poem sounds wonderful, and truthful - love is rare, so yes it is.

 

 

Thank you for this wonderful poem Til Sover, nice to see you around

 

Aleksandra

The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau

History of Macedonia

 

 

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I like the girl's earnest, natural questions in response to his initial vague statement about the nature of love. Interesting how, in the beginning, you say at a wedding instead of "at their wedding." At the end of the poem, the reader still doesn't know the exact nature of their relationship. Cleverly done.

 

Tony

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Hey everyone,

 

It's your thoughtful comments that make a poem something good. I appreciate how it's construed by different readers -- of course, no one can be off the mark, it's the vagueness that frees a poem to interpretation. Still, I'm amazed at how perceptive you can be. I'm grateful anyone reads it at all and if you find something in it, well... humbled, also.

 

my thanks -- tilsover

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Til, the poem is great, but what happened to your avatar??? I loved that, too ... icon_neutral.gif

 

Tony

Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic

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Hey Tony, I tried to change my avatar to something kind of cool, but had no luck -- wrong file or something. So I put the other one back on. Glad you like it! -- Til

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