Everything Is Going To

As we unlocked it
there was nothing
in the safe
I wanted
to embrace
someone there
so intent to record
all we saw
paying attention meant
but you
at that age or later on
a kind of stage
your solitude
a fictive situation
parceled among the crowd
multiplying your every gesture
in outline
unto degradation
I wanted to stop
defending comfort
and touch you to
begin undoing
the rigmarole
of our passing

by Chris Hosea

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Absolutely outrageous, my definition of a beautiful poem
A sad poem well written. The flow carries the poignancy over time creatively. And yet- and yet- ah, who understands? We men and women are complex things! A hundred tunes Fate's inexorable hands May play on the sensitive soul-strings. Thanks for posting.
Years ago! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Intended as such or not, this is a meditation on how romantic feelings change over time—and a finely written one. For myself, I haven’t experienced the excruciating desire of adolescence since then and have no desire to revisit it. But this poem causes us to ask what love is. And what is it within marriage, for example, when over more than four decades, in my case, we go through all the changes that are part of aging. A feeling? A commitment? -GK
TWO: Despite her very busy activities and though she was well educated in literature, Amy Levy suffered from a diagnose of major depression since her early years. Must be noted that she committed suicide at the age of 27. Her era was the Victorian period, remarkable 14 stanzas long to decide whether to go or not, visiting her sick old friend. Oscar Wilde wrote an obituary for her in Women's World in which he praised her gifts. May she R.I.P.
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