
Like a precocious lover
you are drawn
to its beauty
You are hypnotized
by the power and elegance
of this place
A metaphor for your life
Your hopes and dreams
Invested willingly
Your reason for being
Your desire
for happiness
living in its beauty
But it is not to be
For this lover will
squash you and stomp on you
Leaving you breathless
gasping for air before it moves on
to its next love
You are insignificant
in paradise
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This is an old poem that I reworked . This has been a complicated, difficult week, not only for me but many around the US and across the world for varying reasons. Don’t let disappointment change who you are. Stay strong, be kind to yourself and others. This too shall pass, eventually.
this is so nice Christine! Well done a beautiful write!
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Thank you so much Carol anne. That’s very kind 🥰
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A very evocative piece Christine.
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Thanks dear Sadje 🥰
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You’re most welcome
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Is the picture yours? I like this style – it reminds me of David Mack.
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No, it’s a free image from Pixabay.
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A story of someone sounding like a narcissist…. we need to keep our distance to those.
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It wasn’t about a narcissist.
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That is how life is at times! Beautifully expressed, Christine. ❤️
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Thanks Punam. I live in this beautiful little city in Florida by the sea. A friend and I used to remark on how so many people came to live here because the weather was so perfect and the beaches were beautiful . We thought it interesting that some reinvented themselves when they moved here. They had come from other parts of the USA and escaped here for a new life. For some reason they didn’t last long. So we started to refer to our city as the precocious lover. So many people would come and go. That’s where I got the idea for the poem from.
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Thanks for sharing the back story, Christine. That’s interesting. On rereading your poem, I get what you mean. 🥰🥰
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And you are welcome. ☺️
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