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If I had the right to feel as I wish
and my moods and outbursts
were respected and not criticized,
if I felt loved no matter what
the bloom of my flower
would be a different colour.
Words, such innocent sounds
to the ear that knows no language,
and the deaf that follow the signs,
fail to be the arrows that scar the heart.
Somewhere between then and now
In the dawn of "has to be"
There was a soul meant to be thrown
Into the abyss of causality.
Eyes that don’t see
Hands deprived of touch
Smoke rising from the deep
The flutter of birds' wings.
Rising and reaching
The sky is so blue and clear
Fata Morgana of wishful thinking,
The innocence of dreams.
Water and fire
Long lost desire
Balance in the core of things.
The essence of life
Long lost starlight
A secret whispered in fear
Lullaby of sin.
The choice was never mine
I was crippled right from the start
But nothing in this world was meant to last
So the choice to rise above it all
I still have.
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Author:
Iva Hotko (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 20th, 2023 16:47
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Comments2
I'm very confused by this poem
I believe you are 🙂
Wording emotions can be like that sometimes 🙂
The ephemeral stuff which result from my personal circumstances mean all or nothing when underneath or even overall I have freewill.. Got it, I hope, but tell me I’m all wrong if you wish and we can start from there…
Wrapped in your words and enjoyed the picture, as usual.
I had to read the poem again and dive into what I shared.
You see, it's not what I wanted to say it's how you feel the words you read. What we take in we make our own, and the feelings we get from it make the words that we need them to be.
But for the sake of the argument yes, the poem from my side is partly about free will, and for the most part, a shared feeling of despair about being in a bad relationship.
I don’t think I’ve ever been told I’m wrong so delicately….. A masterly piece of gentle negation there. Strange, for although I may have believed your words held an internal truth, I advocate for zero ambiguity and plain communication. And argue that very strongly.
Persuade me otherwise....(I anticipate that would be too tiresome).
Everyone approaches writing in a different manner. Everyone has their own way of expressing themselves. I write in various ways depending on how I feel. Often I don't have real control over the words and that is what I love the most when verses simply flow out of me.
I will say it again, poetry is very personal not only for the one that writes it but also for the one that is reading it.
I don't concern myself with how people take in my poems, and how they understand them
I know how they feel and what they mean to me, and that is what is important.
I'm writing for myself, not for others.
And after all it's art, and art is different for everyone.
Thanks for taking so much effort to respond to me. I shall still read your work, admire your photography and glean what I can from both.
And I do seriously understand where you are coming from... But I will not be moved from my position that words are an essential, in many ways perhaps the most vital means of communication I have. It is therefore crucial that I use them as clearly and unambiguously as possible........at all times.
Doesn't mean I don't appreciate what you do, though.
'See you next time....
🤍📜🖋🤍🦋
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