Treasure

Retiring to a crutch I sat brooding over his letters, murmuring the words deliriously on my own…..

Were all his written words mere phrases and promises….???????

And my tormented mind seem to wail aloud for the treasure of my crux which had once deserted me….

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53 thoughts on “Treasure

  1. Dear Eliza

    Often we look back to a time that was first harmonic and pleasant and later become our nightmare – then we try to understand the situation and need some time to digest the pain that sprang up from those past happenings – surely they leave some scars in us and often it is not so easy to overcome them. We should maybe be like a spring: the winter has gone – the spring brings fresh life and breath in our hearts – so that we can live in the presence with the warming sun in our heart and head – to look around and the blooming life πŸ™‚

    All the best, my friend
    Didi

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  2. It’s funny how words transform with context. In the context of love, the words in the letters were anchors the protagonist could tie hopes, dreams, and love to. In the context of thereafter, however, the words in the letters were like an anchor – dragging the protagonist down into an abyss trying to figure out how they could have been brought so low by something so meaningless. This was really beautiful. Thank you.

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  3. your words are great and you are very creative. You seem to be a loving soul. That is good for poetry, a healthy habit of nature connects you to your core and thus poetry. I read many of your entries. You are a little new to this, a little immature if i daresay.
    I advise you rather feel more and let words sink in to your soul before you make them real on paper..
    Take time to live through first, the words will find the right time to emerge… don’t force titles on words.. be a better poet..guide me ..

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  4. It’s funny how words transform with context. In the context of love, the words in the letters were anchors the protagonist could tie hopes, dreams, and love to. In the context of β€œthereafter,” however, the words in the letters were like an anchor – dragging the protagonist down into a lonely abyss trying to figure out how they could have been brought so low by something so meaningless. This was really beautiful. Thank you.

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  5. You’re a good writer! And a good writer write from out his/her feelings… Beautiful, even if it is painful or emotional!
    If you do not mind, I’d like to give my version of this interpretation too … Otherwise, you can remove it.
    The Letter I wrote in the silence of my dream.
    Behind the words, I find my treasure sitting on the beam.
    While the bird sings on my lap
    I feel like caught in a trap
    By promises you’ve never met…
    Best regards, Heidi

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    1. I didn’t like it…
      But I fell in love with yr verses…❀❀❀
      They were sooooooo gooooood…..πŸ‘ŒπŸ‘ŒπŸ‘ŒπŸ‘ŒπŸ‘ŒπŸ‘ŒπŸ‘ŒπŸ‘ŒπŸ‘ŒπŸ‘ŒπŸ‘ŒπŸ‘ŒπŸ‘ŒπŸ‘ŒπŸ‘ŒπŸ‘Œβ€πŸ˜„πŸ€—

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