
That photo you posted
on Facebook
of her and him
unmoored me
sent my head spinning
down
down
that whirlpool
of memory
the immaculate misconception
of my frail craft
the face in the photo
having the last laugh
That photo you posted
on Facebook
of her and him
unmoored me
sent my head spinning
down
down
that whirlpool
of memory
the immaculate misconception
of my frail craft
the face in the photo
having the last laugh
Deep, sad and beautiful β₯οΈ
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thank you so much π
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the immaculate misconception …wow, that hits the nail on the head. Well done John.
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thanks Bob; this is the poem I’ve been avoiding for months; the pain finally came together and gave me this —
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Sometimes poems come the hard way. Sorry you had to go through that.
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it was a wake-up call, Bob, to ‘grow up’ and move on ; sometimes you have to go through pain to arrive at a good place — that poem was my catharsis —
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Amen to that. I think we can all relate. Again, well done.
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All that Bob said. It’s beautiful, John.
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thank you, Worms: it’s a lot condensed into a very short poem π
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Oh, the immaculate misconception is infallible. π Didn’t you get the message? There is nothing worse than thinking about what might have been through the joy of someone else’s photographs. Time to block, I say.
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thanks K; no need: I’ve worked through it now but Facebook is insidious in the way it can provoke envy and feelings of inadequacy; best visited seldom π
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the perfect title for such a very challenging experience to endure. such powerful words, i’m sure everyone who read this can identify with that feeling at some time or another. onward.
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thanks Beth: that little poem took 5 months to gel π
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Got me between the eyes. Reminded me of the power of heartbreak. Some painful things we bury deeply. Beautiful poem.
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thank you; I feel pleased with it, that I finally got it right, that I could present it —
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An excellent poem because of the pain.
I hope it was worth it, and you’ve moved on since.
xo
e
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I sure have, Eden — thanks π
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A lot of discomfort in that. But bygones are bygones. And ‘what ifs’ are guilt trips. Every photo is an enactment. Good luck to those starring in it. We’ve got our own to worry about.
Brave and well written, John. π
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yes, I put everything into that; I’ve moved on π
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Beautiful and powerful.
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glad you liked it, Ulle π
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And here is a true poet… taking the pains/struggles of life and turning them into art.
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thank you: pain is grist to the poet’s mill π
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