Thank you for the validation, Linda. I can get behind storytelling poetry — I’m sure that’s an actual phrase rather than the pedestrian narrative poetry.
Dieter Moitzi
September 30, 2011 at 6:36 am - Reply
What a wonderful poem! I really relate to the smooth, calm feeling it reflects; I’ve gone through the flame-and-fire-love, have lived through it for 13 f… years (is one allowed to use swear-words on this blog, I wonder), you know, the kind of love where it’s all high high ups, and deep deep downs, and one hurting the other big way. The kind of love which leaves you craving for more, like a heroin addict reaching out for his syringe almost as soon as the last shot’s sensations are gone. It all ended up in a huge explosion that left me raw and wounded and barely able to breathe. And now, I’m living in that calm, smooth relationship that the poem describes: no flaming, no potential danger, no fear of being abandoned; just inadulterated love. Calm waters are deeper than rushing ones.
Hey, and I’m happy to see you fixed the problems with your blog, my dear Redhaired One! I send you the best from marvelously lush Indian summer Paris (which I thouroughly enjoy as I don’t work for 4 perfect days!!)
Yes, I did take this pic. I stumbled on it on my walk the other day. They are all over the city so look for more because I can’t think of anything to write about and you already did the bra trick.
Holy Cow Jen… I couldn’t read it with my old eyes so I clicked on it. Then I must have read it ten times… it is SO SO SO beautiful… I am so touched by it!
Redhead Ranting is the rantings of a frazzled, twice divorced mother of two who freelances and cares for two stupid dogs while writing her memoir against incredible and unbelievable odds (but will make a wonderful book one day).
Alright, I really wish I understood poetry, but I don’t. I. Don’t. Get. It.
But the composition is pretty.
There is a LOT of poetry that, I confess, I don’t get either. But it’s not all like that. What I write is pretty straight forward and easy to read.
Thank you for the validation, Linda. I can get behind storytelling poetry — I’m sure that’s an actual phrase rather than the pedestrian narrative poetry.
Like cardiogirl, I struggle with some poetry. I know it’s very clever, but I don’t understand a lot of it.
Thank you Babs.
Your welcome 🙂
I don’t get it either. But it’s pretty.
What a wonderful poem! I really relate to the smooth, calm feeling it reflects; I’ve gone through the flame-and-fire-love, have lived through it for 13 f… years (is one allowed to use swear-words on this blog, I wonder), you know, the kind of love where it’s all high high ups, and deep deep downs, and one hurting the other big way. The kind of love which leaves you craving for more, like a heroin addict reaching out for his syringe almost as soon as the last shot’s sensations are gone. It all ended up in a huge explosion that left me raw and wounded and barely able to breathe. And now, I’m living in that calm, smooth relationship that the poem describes: no flaming, no potential danger, no fear of being abandoned; just inadulterated love. Calm waters are deeper than rushing ones.
Hey, and I’m happy to see you fixed the problems with your blog, my dear Redhaired One! I send you the best from marvelously lush Indian summer Paris (which I thouroughly enjoy as I don’t work for 4 perfect days!!)
Did you take this pic? I mean was it something you stumbled on in your neighborhood?
Yes, I did take this pic. I stumbled on it on my walk the other day. They are all over the city so look for more because I can’t think of anything to write about and you already did the bra trick.
Poetry = confusing. Picture = cool.
I thought it was ‘ironic’ but then I’ve been divorced twice.
Holy Cow Jen… I couldn’t read it with my old eyes so I clicked on it. Then I must have read it ten times… it is SO SO SO beautiful… I am so touched by it!
Cool poem and pic. At first I thought it was a tombstone.