Writing a good love poem is hard.
When you manage to write one you really like or, at the very least, are prepared to live with, you want to hold on to it, then measure everyone you meet against it till you find someone who's right.
Don't even think about trying it the other way round. After all, people are just what you make of them. Poems, on the other hand, are real.
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8 comments:
Deconstruction..
Oh, I love this!!!
Poems, on the other hand, are realInspired by "Dying is easy. Comedy is hard"?
I just love the last two lines...permission to quote?
Beg to disagree. Goodness, have you never been fooled by a really good love poem written by an artful, fickle poet?
lovely!
cc: ?
bombay dosti: Thanks
km: Not really. Though now that you mention it.
hopscotch: Of course. Quote away.
rads: Thank you. And now if you'll just drop a small contribution into the hat that Brother Hal is bringing around.
Megha: But that's exactly the point, isn't it - it's the poet who's artful and fickle; the poem is guileless and true.
Oh, and speaking of the great and feigning in poetry, see thist: Thanks.
it is so strange that I dont know you, and yet in every post i see some of my thought reflected...
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