The emotion is strong here. The feeling of the narrator interesting and makes readers want to stare. And I think all of us have been there at some time.
Yes, the emotion quite high, indeed. I believe you’re right. We can all relate.
Ha…what a perfect and beautiful description of both being in love & being pathetic ~ the way the words are suppose to be used. There is a lot of greatness is being pathetic, in fact I think it is a road (while less traveled) tends to be the most exciting and in the end doing what feels natural is just the perfection needed in life, yes?
Haha. Only you would figure this one out and calm me at the same time. So pathetically swooning over a mysterious photographer is quite adventurous of me, I suppose. Wink. Who’d have thought… and you would encourage this behavior, as your philosophy tends to lean towards this particular direction you speak of, Dalo. β‘ Amazing what you’ll get me to admit to, you know.
Always have to encourage behavior that leads to adventure ~ that is the fun of life. Also, the photograph/art on this piece is pretty cool…where did you find it? It’s got this symmetry and uniqueness to it ~ Cheers to being pathetic π
This heart is found outside Houston’s House of Blues. I was there for a concert not too long ago and couldn’t it up. I have to admit I was fairly primed when I found it, but figured one day I’d write another sad love poem and figured it would come in handy. The heart is on a concrete wall outside. I needed you there to move me over a couple inches. π Would have made for a better picture. Next time you’re in Houston I’ll take you and you can see where I went wrong with my angle. Cheers, to our pathetic tendencies, my dear. π
Yes, to our pathetic tendencies ~ and one day when I find myself in Houston it would be great to check out this heart of the House of Blues ~ Cheers!
It’s a date. π Enjoy your week, Randall. xx
Okay, you’ve done it again! Like the sense of surrender implied. Been there – haven’t we all? π
Thanks for saying so, Kate. I’m glad you sensed the surrender. Means a lot to be heard, my friend. Yes, and through poetry we all feel a sense of relief. β‘
My heart…misses, that’s where my heart is, Staci. My heart is always a confused mess, however seems normal for me. I’m okay, my friend. No worries. Hugs!
Oh my. Don’t you worry Audrey. You’re not alone. I’m usually a confused mess too. That is my normal.
Hugs and blessings.
π β€
Well, sorta…if I’m being completely honest it is about me understanding hearts better than one thinks I do. Sometimes we force our hearts not to feel.
Well, you gotta unguard your heart sometimesβ¦
Yes, I know. xx
Who in their right mind could ignore you, Audrey?? And don’t think for a minute that any of your friends think you’re pathetic!! Unrequited love is such a sad thing, though, don’t you agree?
I’m hard to ignore, I know. Yet, it does happen from time to time. I’m pretty good at thinking that I’m pathetic all on my own. I need my friends to think otherwise, Debbie. Thanks for being a great blogging friend. You are always a ray of sunshine. β‘ Unrequited love is the love poetry is made from, in my opinion… and I do agree.
The emotion is strong here. The feeling of the narrator interesting and makes readers want to stare. And I think all of us have been there at some time.
Yes, the emotion quite high, indeed. I believe you’re right. We can all relate.
Ha…what a perfect and beautiful description of both being in love & being pathetic ~ the way the words are suppose to be used. There is a lot of greatness is being pathetic, in fact I think it is a road (while less traveled) tends to be the most exciting and in the end doing what feels natural is just the perfection needed in life, yes?
Haha. Only you would figure this one out and calm me at the same time. So pathetically swooning over a mysterious photographer is quite adventurous of me, I suppose. Wink. Who’d have thought… and you would encourage this behavior, as your philosophy tends to lean towards this particular direction you speak of, Dalo. β‘ Amazing what you’ll get me to admit to, you know.
Always have to encourage behavior that leads to adventure ~ that is the fun of life. Also, the photograph/art on this piece is pretty cool…where did you find it? It’s got this symmetry and uniqueness to it ~ Cheers to being pathetic π
This heart is found outside Houston’s House of Blues. I was there for a concert not too long ago and couldn’t it up. I have to admit I was fairly primed when I found it, but figured one day I’d write another sad love poem and figured it would come in handy. The heart is on a concrete wall outside. I needed you there to move me over a couple inches. π Would have made for a better picture. Next time you’re in Houston I’ll take you and you can see where I went wrong with my angle. Cheers, to our pathetic tendencies, my dear. π
Yes, to our pathetic tendencies ~ and one day when I find myself in Houston it would be great to check out this heart of the House of Blues ~ Cheers!
It’s a date. π Enjoy your week, Randall. xx
Okay, you’ve done it again! Like the sense of surrender implied. Been there – haven’t we all? π
Thanks for saying so, Kate. I’m glad you sensed the surrender. Means a lot to be heard, my friend. Yes, and through poetry we all feel a sense of relief. β‘
π
β‘
Audrey, you have a unique way of seeing.
Big Hugs
jf
Thank you, jf. xx
Look! There’s a flame on top of the heart.
Yep. I see it.
It’s a wonder. And I’m sure you’re never forgotten.
I suppose it is rather interesting, Duketh. Never? Ha..
I”m glad you agree!
I’m glad you’re glad. I don’t think I agreed though..
*gives Audith a classical guitar capo* Now…would you look at that?
*stares blankly* Umm,…Duketh? What do I do with this contraption? Why am I holding it for you?
Well, I just got it. Don’t you want to try it out?
Congratulations. .. What will you do with it? You want me to work it? *fumbles it around her fingers*
Well, it’s perfect for a nylon-string. It clamps better ,see.
I want to hear what it does to your strings, Duke.
Oh, it’s awesome. See, usually we use capos to change the key, I like to use the to change the sound, though.
Oh… *listens intently while he talks shop*
Maybe you should show me.
*laughs* That could be a bit hard…
Okay…forget it. *laughs*
Ouch! How’s your heart?
My heart…misses, that’s where my heart is, Staci. My heart is always a confused mess, however seems normal for me. I’m okay, my friend. No worries. Hugs!
Oh my. Don’t you worry Audrey. You’re not alone. I’m usually a confused mess too. That is my normal.
Hugs and blessings.
π β€
Glad to be in good company, Staci. π Hugs. β‘
heart’s wisdom
lets her little light shine π
Hey there, David.
Her heart
Knows his heart
She, a beacon π
brightly her
sweet heart
is big enough
for all π
Awww. Thank you.
Aw, one-way loveβ¦
Exactly what this poem is about, Adam.
Well, sorta…if I’m being completely honest it is about me understanding hearts better than one thinks I do. Sometimes we force our hearts not to feel.
Well, you gotta unguard your heart sometimesβ¦
Yes, I know. xx
Who in their right mind could ignore you, Audrey?? And don’t think for a minute that any of your friends think you’re pathetic!! Unrequited love is such a sad thing, though, don’t you agree?
I’m hard to ignore, I know. Yet, it does happen from time to time. I’m pretty good at thinking that I’m pathetic all on my own. I need my friends to think otherwise, Debbie. Thanks for being a great blogging friend. You are always a ray of sunshine. β‘ Unrequited love is the love poetry is made from, in my opinion… and I do agree.
Wao! It hurts to be ignored.
Yes, it can hurt. Welcome and thanks for stopping in, Ngobesing.
The lady doth protest too much. π
Maybe π