Foreboding. This new world.
Hit home for me just this instant
That the fear has seeped in through the cracks
When just this instant, surfing online,
I came across a photo of a couple sharing an embrace.
A warm hug out in public somewhere.
My first thought, not,
Sweet picture, they’re in love,
But instead,
Instinctively, involuntarily,
This:
They are foolhardy.
They haven’t protected themselves.
These two are in danger.
Always be a poet. Even in prose.
— Charles Baudelaire.
In essence I am a storyteller who writes poems. Put simply, I write the poems I want to read.[…]
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2 Responses
This is very nice and so needed in the times we are living in.
Thank You Trisha
Yes–these are our conflicts, when loving can be dangerous.