Dear Beverly

Just stopped in this morning to say that you are on my mind and in my heart.

          Mi Amor, you remembered me.

Always.

Metaphors.

Symbols.

Friends speak in shorthand.

Words mean certain things.

There is no need to explain,

it would be boring to recite the meaning of

this or that word in the context of a friendship.

Symbols too have meaning.

Churchill understood that.

“V” for victory with his two fingers.

The Brits understood the deeper meaning.

Bow fingers for the English longbow. 

Metaphors and Symbols.

Powerful.

Hurtful too, when used to inflict pain.

The question that haunts me; bothers me,

is why would someone go to such lengths

to use symbols that you understood;

words that you knew the meaning of

— in context of your life experiences —

to inflict pain; to hurt; to control?

I don’t get it.  

Why go out of your way to hurt someone?

Was it a dance?

A metaphor; a symbolic twist of the knife

only known to the dancers?

Have a tune for you today … enjoy.

Link:  Simon and Garfunkel: I Am A Rock

A winter's day
In a deep and dark
December,
I am alone,
Gazing from my window to the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

I've built walls,
A fortress deep and mighty,
That none may penetrate.
I have no need of friendship, friendship causes pain.
It's laughter and it's loving I disdain.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

Don't talk of love,
But I've heard the words before,
It's sleeping in my memory.
I won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.
If I never loved I never would have cried.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

I have my books
And my poetry to protect me,
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

And a rock feels no pain,
And an island never cries.