-morning glory

It’s reads beautiful, Ed. You are a talented poet.  I wish it came easier.

Awww, thanks so much, Reita. What do you mean came easier? My long poemless periods?

Oh no,  nothing like that.  What I meant was is that we cannot know beauty without experiencing pain.  If we had never felt pain, then how would we know we felt so good in the first place?  If we had never felt what hard was... then we certainly wouldn't know anything soft.  That is how people can live their whole life,  eyes wide open,  and yet they never see.  Certainly they have sight,  but they can never admit that, perhaps, they have been blind to some very vital things.  Never let your poetry be rushed, Ed, just let it happen.  Its a beautiful poem.  :)

the melancholy of forlorn love,
strangled without regret.
fine work right here...

Thanks, John, I appreciate the kind words...

The past tense of this is as sodden as lifeless soil
whose seed long withered away. Such melancholy
stirs the emotions to tears.

I adore how you stick with your nature theme in your comments..  :)  

It's true, because I still care for her deeply, regardless of reality...
 
Thanks for reading and the kind words...

i'm with miss vati ~
this does put one
thru the emotional wringer
*
a beautiful write, ed

Miss vati was spot on...

thanks for reading, love...

Thanks, my friend. I'm glad you can relate...

A beautiful flower that lives to choke the life out of everything around it.How clever.I enjoyed this.

I'm sorry it took so long to reply to you comment. Thnks for reading :)