Love is Always Fresh when New

[dara.cv]

I am in debate with myself to pursue a degree in English focused on Literature. I know writing, particular poetry, is a passion of mine but i wonder if it would be personally irresponsible to pursue it. There are other, more financially sound choices i can make for my career future. but none i would enjoy as much as learning of literature. so I am here on this site, testing the waters, and would love your reviews. Maybe with confidence i can make the decision that will be best for my self.


Love is Always Fresh when New


i do enjoy your company
but i dont trust that it will last
here for now
gone tomorow
why bother- waiting-only slows the past

sweet dreams are memories
meant to fade away
sweet things are destiny's
promises of decay

whispers said at one breath
vanish in the vapor of their wake
love is but a word
short lived and short lengthed

tender touch
gives only so much
as temporary relief
when the feeling is released
there remains only the need

soft kisses like silken wings
are fleeting and retreating
fragile to the touch
to only cripple the entreated

eye to eye a burning flicker
lust thrives and consumes
till the heart is given to the pyre
of sacrifice that resumes

live the moment
in no shame
but know the moment
wont remain

present tense is innocence
never expecting future demise
in love,two happens at one's expense
a sum of momentary prize

[firefangled]

I am in debate with myself to pursue a degree in English focused on Literature. I know writing, particular poetry, is a passion of mine but i wonder if it would be personally irresponsible to pursue it. There are other, more financially sound choices i can make for my career future. but none i would enjoy as much as learning of literature. so I am here on this site, testing the waters, and would love your reviews. Maybe with confidence i can make the decision that will be best for my self.


Love is Always Fresh when New


i do enjoy your company
but i dont trust that it will last
here for now
gone tomorow
why bother- waiting-only slows the past

sweet dreams are memories
meant to fade away
sweet things are destiny's
promises of decay

whispers said at one breath
vanish in the vapor of their wake
love is but a word
short lived and short lengthed

tender touch
gives only so much
as temporary relief
when the feeling is released
there remains only the need

soft kisses like silken wings
are fleeting and retreating
fragile to the touch
to only cripple the entreated

eye to eye a burning flicker
lust thrives and consumes
till the heart is given to the pyre
of sacrifice that resumes

live the moment
in no shame
but know the moment
wont remain

present tense is innocence
never expecting future demise
in love,two happens at one's expense
a sum of momentary prize

I missed this post. I have said in recent posts how I miss having more time to spend reading here. This is why.

From one whose pursuits were at the expense of things I loved, I would say to you it is never irresponsible to do what you love doing as a life's work. Just know what you say in that commitment - "Life's Work."

Your poem is fitting for your question. Love is doing. That is what gives freshness to anything. If you choose writing you will find it to be a life of waiting, for inspiration, for approval, for a new way to see or say what has been said before and hopefully to see what has never been seen.

The love of one person for another has different stages of newness; you must do to find those for and in each other. They are not free, they are not easy. They should not be easy, contrary to popular culture.

Love of anything or anyone is doing. Stop doing, love dies. No way around it, only through it.

No one can tell you what to do. I failed to do what I loved. I was English and Anthropology and I followed neither as I wanted to. Now it is coming back to me for a second chance and I am grateful.

If you love words, you will take care to spell their names correctly and present them with care. You will hear them in your head as you read (the teachers are wrong who told you to learn to read fast) and write. Hear how they sound together and how fast or slow they move in their moving in the spaces you provide them or they demand of you.

Take your poem, which is a good start, and spell the words correctly, do what you would do if I spelled you, Darra; generate the ideas with things that are doing something with or without you. Make love with words. Make words with love. All the while keep in mind: Love is doing.

[PrinceMyshkin]

There is so much wisdom in this poem, so pithily expressed! You will very likely continue writing no matter what you choose as your vocation. Indeed, giving yourself over entirely to the study of literature might result in making you a more academic writer, a more self-conscious one, more mindful of the standards you come to believe you have to live up to, rather than one who writes from the love of words and the pain or joys of life.

Good luck and do let us know what you choose.