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[beccamonkey]

I never share poems online anymore, but this one grew out of a typo in a recent lj entry, so I feel like posting it.  also, since I have no computer at home anymore, it wouldn't hurt to have it saved here. there's no title yet, I'm terrible at titles.

Like a prism of oil in a puddle under a car after a storm,
Love reminds us of the impossible

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the most beautiful thing is...

[theprimrosefrog]

and this is maybe why I keep calling you, time after time... there are so many moments of insecurity, of harboring anger, times when i can't define who i am or what i am or where i am. it is in those moments that i reach out and find answers.

this particular one reaches right in and holds me by the pit of my stomach and churns... your writing has matured. we have, i suppose, as well. I'm afraid to re-read this, afraid that it might be too much and i'll start to cry. I want to share this one with the one sleeping next to me... with everyone... you put into words what i cannot say, what I feel and never expose to myself. you have such a unique insight and voice. It doesn't matter that noone else has read this... or at least commented on it.

I know I have no critical eye. I am just a frog after all. Trying to get my sticky tongue around any edible thing...

I think we will always understand each other... and not understand.

Re: the most beautiful thing is...

[beccamonkey]

I think you're right, and that understanding/not understanding between us is one of the things I value most in the world, though I don't really say it much anymore.

thank you for your comments, and for posting my poem on facebook, and for still being around...I don't really know what else to say :-).