Speak to me in your most fractured syllables

[PrinceMyshkin]

Speak to me in your
most fractured syllables,
your ka-ka grammar, your
neon ambiguities!

There is truth
in imprecision.

Passionate ambivalence
is sometimes all we know of love.



Jerry Newman © 04Jul08

[Sweets America]

I like the truth in this.

[goldenrod]

The truth can be hidden in an haystack and when you find it, like the needle, it can sometimes draw blood!:(


goldenrod.

[Sweets America]

The truth can be hidden in an haystack and when you find it, like the needle, it can sometimes draw blood!:(


goldenrod.

Oh, that is so true, to me.

[bacchante]

I do love this. Thank you!

[ampoule]

Very nice. Very true. Those last two lines make me nervous. Their truth.

[PrinceMyshkin]

Very nice. Very true. Those last two lines make me nervous. Their truth.

I am always touched by your responses to my poems! As for the nervousness you feel, of course! Of course!

Have I ever posted this anecdote of an exchange I had between myself and my middle child, my beloved Adam, when he was maybe sixteen, living in a city remote from mine. We were having a long-distance phone-conversation during which I chose to invite an evaluation of our relationship. I don't think he said much - he has never been comfortable speaking about feelings - but what he did say in summation was:

"Well, Dad, you know, sometimes your love is a burden to me."

Put THAT on your shelf of great human tragedies!

[Umbilical]

As a child, I can understand that.
But it's only a burden if we love you back.

[PrinceMyshkin]

As a child, I can understand that.
But it's only a burden if we love you back.

Hey, Sassy-pants, there is solace for me in your response, whether you wrote it for that reason or not. Either way, thanks, but would you care to elaborate: if as a child you DO love your parents back, why would their love appear to be a burden to you? Unless you felt some blockage to loving them back? Or loving them in equal measure?

[Logos]

Passionate ambivalence
is sometimes all we know of love.



Jerry Newman © 04Jul08

well...as you probably realise :p I don't often have time to comment on poems, but wow, these two lines, this summing up, very profound to me, because I kinda needed to read this right now...thank you.

[Umbilical]

Hey, Sassy-pants, there is solace for me in your response, whether you wrote it for that reason or not. Either way, thanks, but would you care to elaborate: if as a child you DO love your parents back, why would their love appear to be a burden to you? Unless you felt some blockage to loving them back? Or loving them in equal measure?

Love can be a burden because it's an emotional investment, and we feel the need to live up to that love, to be worthy of the energy and resources spent on us.

I love my parents for how much they've cared for and nurtured me, and I feel in debt... I want to live my life well because of the worth they've instilled in me. I have wonderful parents. It can be a burden because it can turn into a cumbersome expectation that you place on yourself.

The feeling I got from your post is that your son (or the son in my head) was empathizing with you, and felt pain for the distance, feeling somewhat guilty for you having to deal with love and distance at the same time. He probably related...

Just my thoughts, and I'm not in your or your sons head...
I'm only speaking from what I know from my life.

Jodi

[PrinceMyshkin]

well...as you probably realise :p I don't often have time to comment on poems, but wow, these two lines, this summing up, very profound to me, because I kinda needed to read this right now...thank you.


Holy Relief!
Because in case you don't know it, when one receives notice of a new response on Lit Net and notes that it's from

:flare: LOGOS:flare:

one goes into an Oh my God! Which rule or rules have I violated this time!

[Logos]

heh...oh dear, I've sullied your pome thread, sorry :D
/puts Mod hat back on...

[PrinceMyshkin]

heh...oh dear, I've sullied your pome thread, sorry :D
/puts Mod hat back on...


Get
out
of
town
!

You have not sullied my nothing! You know, or ought to know, you're welcome here. And remove, please, your Mod hat and come out and play with the rest of us boys and girls...