Maybe that's because
you still visit my mindwhen I am alone.
I think of how often
I would pass up my plans
to rest a song in your arms.
No one, no stranger
would take notice of my
absolute sense of emptiness.
“I'm very scared, Buster. Yes, at last. Because it could go on forever. Not knowing what's yours until you've thrown it away.”
Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany's
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To fill the emptiness with emptiness... but still look full to the brim for the world... yes that would be living a liar's life.
ReplyDeleteExcellent take on the quote. And it also seems a follow up to some of your recent poems.
ReplyDeleteYou have an amazing ability to turn profound thoughts into poetry - somehow you find exactly the right way to phrase each line. Your quote is so central to my memory of Breakfast at Tiffany's, which made me aware of just how incautious some people can be when it comes to caring for the things/people they love.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Kerry on both counts.
ReplyDeleteIntriguing title and play on the paradox ~ I don't know if anyone can feel the absolute sense of loneliness ~ Happy Sunday Kenia ~
ReplyDeletewhew. I must just raise my glass to what Kerry wrote! Truly, I wish I could write with such connection to the heart strings.
ReplyDelete"visit my mind"...I never thought of it that way. That's wonderful. Your poem is wonderful but those three words stand out.
ReplyDeleteLuv, K
Th way I read that line...it's that you are actually the "song" "to rest a song in your arms." ...I like the way that feels/looks to me...I don't know if it's meant to be that way...
ReplyDeleteAny way...
I love your poem, Kenia! ♥