I give you all a little beauty for post # 4000

[Wetzelbill]

Love by Pablo Neruda

Because of you, in gardens of blossoming flowers I ache from the
perfumes of spring.
I have forgotten your face, I no longer remember your hands;
how did your lips feel on mine?
Because of you, I love the white statues drowsing in the parks,
the white statues that have neither voice nor sight.
I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice; I have forgotten
your eyes.
Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to my vague memory of
you. I live with pain that is like a wound; if you touch me, you will
do me irreparable harm.
Your caresses enfold me, like climbing vines on melancholy walls.
I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every
window.
Because of you, the heady perfumes of summer pain me; because
of you, I again seek out the signs that precipitate desires: shooting
stars, falling objects.

[XemaSab]

1. Congratulations!

Thank you for sharing such a lovely yet melancholy poem...

[Wetzelbill]

2. Thank you

Neruda is a master. I have one of his books sitting next to me actually. Used it for reference on a poem I wrote last week. Just haven't put it back where it belongs yet. :)

[XemaSab]

3. is that the poem you had on your blog?

I noticed a similar mood.

[Wetzelbill]

4. the one that I wrote is the one on my blog

I used a little Neruda for some reference on it. For structure etc.

Yeah, in keeping with my luck, another girl I had a think for got married last week. And, not to me, so uh, I just wrote a poem about her. :)

[XemaSab]

5. I hear ya

I'm definitely one to nurture long term heartaches.

[Wetzelbill]

6. it's happened to me a few times

I sort of run headlong into those things. I'm not easy to get to know, and I don't often go for what I want, then I realize I messed up when it's too late.

For me, writing is a way to express those moments with raw emotion. Them aftewards I go in and tinker with it, edit it, but in the end that meaning for me is still there. Poetry is beautiful. It's the highest art form from a literary standpoint. I'm not a poet. I've been published. I'm ok at it. Just isn't my thing. I'm more of a fiction writer and an essayist. But, it is fun to sit down and let it all out. :)

[XemaSab]

7. I dunno

I used to be able to write to express emotion, but after the incident with good ol' whatsisname, I've felt so empty, I haven't really had much to say.

[Wetzelbill]

9. it can suck it out of you

I was distanced from the one I wrote the poem about. Never was hurt by her either. But the one I made the thread about tonight. Writing about her, would be almost impossible to do. So I get what you mean.

[XemaSab]

11. It's not that it's hard to write about him

it's just hard to write about anything else, and it's better not to think about him at all. I've already written everything I could possibly say on the subject.

Bit contradictory here. About 2 hours ago I decided it would be an all nighter here. Regretting it horribly. Half considering sleeping on the floor of the office for a few hours before church.

[Mutley]

8. Beautiful poem Wetzelbill

Thanks for sharing :D

[Wetzelbill]

10. you're welcome, Mutley

My pleasure. :)

[Heidi]

12. Congrats, Wetzelbill!

:hi: