Category: Poetry

Paindrops

 

“Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.”
— Antoine de Saint-Exupery

 

Hurt me a little
Rain on me paindrops
that won’t melt
under morning’s light
The tears streaming down
for I exposed my soft areas
open to your wit’s knife
and I say “again”
Make me bleed my weakness
Let me love my strength
through its absence
the teardrop of blood
slides softly down my face
leaving a trail
as another gathers in my eye
causing a scattered prism
A painbow in my eyes.
— G A Rosenberg

 

Blessings, G

 

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Shadows Outside the BoxShadows Outside the Box by G A Rosenberg

 

Mysterious PathwaysMysterious Pathways by G A Rosenberg

 

Chronos Steals

 

“I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read, and all the friends I want to see.”
— John Burroughs

 

The clock on second hand wings
soars away with me running after
in frustrated yearning
seeking that extra hour
for laughter with a friend
or tears with another
or a few more moments to read
or make love
or just fuck
Even a song would be nice
yet Chronos steals our moments
and we must make do with what’s left.
Still so much better than
not having a clue
of what to do.
— G A Rosenberg

 

Blessings, G

 

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Exotic Forest DanceExotic Forest Dance by G A Rosenberg

 

Answers ForthcomingAnswers Forthcoming by G A Rosenberg

 

A Man of Pure Restrictive Conviction

 

“Don’t be intimidated by other people’s opinions. Only mediocrity is sure of itself, so take risks and do what you really want to do.”
— Paulo Coelho

 

Oh so confident in your views
reality lies down at your feet
yet you beg before it
convinced you know of its treat
and still in giant stride
you feel no remorse
at tearing down all others
because you are right of course
yet then the silence spins around
your tower crashes to the ground
in your facade there is a crack
you’ve found some knowledge that you lack
and so you rebuild your crumpled frame
and in your course become convinced
that you hold the key once more
and on such scant evidence!
Would you hold the secret key
and jump away from pure conviction
then know truth’s inconsistency
and certainty’s restriction.
— G A Rosenberg

 

Blessings, G

 

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Finding the Colours to Build a DreamFinding the Colours to Build a Dream by G A Rosenberg

 

Mindscape 23Dreamscape 23 by G A Rosenberg