Love and truth are for the young
Both mirages that slip through clenched hands
Changing each day with what age has brung
Shimmering, disappearing over time's sands
Ever changing swirls of billowing smoke
Dissipate under a moment's disguise
Beauty is masked, wearing a floating ash cloak
Truth and lies, ghostly deceptions in a beholder's eyes
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- Comment from author about the poem: Like changing truth there is a little poetic license taken on one conjugation
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I have been writing about my first love for most of 30 years, that young open blinded moment is a must and I would never ever take it back, it taught me more than most of what I now know about love, your title is perfect, I would say to these young go live your love. A beautiful honest portrait of what in fact is love. 🌹 Wonderful.
Thank you Teddy for the read and interpretation and as always it is most appreciated and valued. Youth can be a wonderful memory
It was the worst time of my life but I learned so much. 🌹
I gave KP an old coat covered in ash for her birthday! lol.
How kind of you Orchi she must have been thrilled. Thanks for the read and comment my friend and say helo to KP
Wow, from slipping to disappearing to dissipating to disguising… like a slippery slope.”Ghostly deceptions,” indeed 🙏🏻🕊
Thanks Cryptic for the read and noticing it is people like you that make it worth while slipping these things in. A very keen eye you have and a shaper brain still.
Must keep the brain functioning else the mindless scrolling and mechanical strolling 👍🏻🕊️
Wonderful poem. Well constructed and thoughtful. Love and truth there is a match made in Disney land.This poem made me think
Thank you David I appreciate your review and most understanding interpretation of this poem. In this world happily ever after is only in the eye of the beholder. Better to stay young and believe in fairy tales than grow wise in old age they say ignorance is bliss
Beauty is masked by wearing a floating ash cloak, that is a wonderful line. When we are young we are Naive and inexperienced in the harsh reality`s of life, so it is easy to be deceived by what we want to believe, enjoyed the read
Thank you so much your words mean a lot and are deeply appreciated
You are very welcome
Beautifully crafted, Soren, your poem illuminates the transcendent power of love and truth, revealing that both are precious and subject to growth over time. It contemplates how our understanding of these concepts can evolve with wisdom and experience, and you seem to reflect on the transformative nature of love and truth.
Thank you for your read and interpretation it is appreciated
Poetic license is what is brilliant about poetry. Like changing truth, indeed. Employ away! 🤣 This poem speaks to the sort of disillusionment that comes with age and experience, revealing that youthful idyllic notions of love and truth are simplistic and that reality is more complex and semper mutans or ever-changing (Whenever I can use Latin 😜). This really hits home for me and, i would imagine, many of us who find ourselves middle-aged (or younger or older) and realizing that our youthful ideals didn't really turn out as expected. We were all young and naive once! So, this piece is brilliant and 💯 relatable! Well done, dear poet and friend! 🌹👏
Ah you struck at the heart of it indeed. Your use of the word poetic license made me think you may have been refering to the use of the non word (brung) that I put not only to complete the rhyme but as an example of how what one thinks should be is not. Your words are most valued
You are welcome, my friend. A most brilliant poem, from a most brilliant poetic mind. I always enjoy your work. ❤️
Great concept and beautiful metaphors! Thank you for the read.
Thank you so much for the read and most kind words of support they are most appreciated
You really are the champion of imagery! This is amazing! And the vocabulary too, fantastic! Easy favorite, most beautifully written!
Thank you so much Ninja for the read and your generous kind words that cheer the day.
of course!
I especially like "a floating ash cloak". Great read.
Thank you so much for your read and most kind words of comment they are appreciated
Nice poem. And through it all we see what we expect to see and if we're really lucky what we see is what really is.
Thank you so much for your read and comment they are most appreciated. Yes you got the heart of the poem. I might add... What if there is no reality?
If there really is no reality then that\'s our reality. Pardon my slide into mysticology (if that\'s a word).
Beautifully written
Thanks so much Tony your visit is most appreciated
You're welcome
Tremendous power and imagery.
Thank you Thomas Iappreciate your read and comment
Great write, Soren. A long term relationship is a serious challenge, isn't it? There is the idea of becoming a monk/nun in order to awaken. But then, in a relationship, there can be a priest and priestess working together.
Thank you Mutley for the review and words of encouragement they are most appreciated.
Love and truth are still with me soren even at my age.
Andy
Thanks so much for the read Andy and may they stay with you always.
Excellent verse, life is like a vapor, disappearing before our very eyes. The way it moves, mixing with the threads of other's lives.
Thank you so much for the read and comment it is so appreciated and valued to me
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