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.
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.
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.
