we humans stand alone and still in life until
love takes our hand and kisses us and helps us walk and talk
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loveless, the passing hours through which all things must pass
stand still the days succeeding days stand still
and all is focused on ourselves alone
as if the universe herself is holding breath
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we humans stand alone in life until
one day we find our love and it is good
while loving lasts all lives are rich in joy
and come together we all taste the fruits of heaven.
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so can we forget a while that sometimes
a human stands alone in life until they fall apart in death
and make our wishes all come true with hope
and faith in love to keep us humans moving?
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freddie omm
venice beach
september 2019
Beautiful lines!
Grazie mille, Luisa!
Your shot of Venice Beach is evocative.
I like that you posted it as a screenshot of the photograph.
That visually emphasises the shifting, snapshot-like way we many of us sometimes go about our loves and lives and how we sometimes treat the people who are most important to us as temporary and disposable, like a screenshot we take and maybe share, maybe discard. And it reflects the borrowed nature of much of our experience, especially our online experience, which can be ersatz, extrinsic, surrogate.
This particular photograph is ostensibly still, with no action. But yet there is much movement, some is implied in the setting sun, some in that feeling of the ending of day, some in the Palm trees poised and brooding, like they’re about to pounce.
So many of us stand still sometimes when we could and should be moving., just like those palms and the potent atmo of this scene.
Thank you for your kind words, Verity, as always. 😍
I agree that much experience is surrogate.
This was beautiful
Thank you very much!