FIFTH POEM FROM PARTITIONS

Do you see my point of view? Do I see yours? According to Modernism yes, according to Post-Modernism, not so much! Are we in a new age where we understand each other with empathy? Something that transcends words. Does the visual transcend words? I understand body language quickly, as does animals. So do we understand each other after all?

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"Resolve to be tender with the young, compassionate with the aged, sympathetic with the striving, and tolerant of the weak and the wrong. Sometime in life you will have been all of these." George Washington Carver

Persuasion

Perhaps it was not clear

To you my love

On which path

We were supposed to go,

The unbridled love

We felt led us

Down the path my dear,

To a rocky bay,

Unprotected by the warf,

Shielded only by our love,

We met,

Our love is not a secret,

But what is it made of,

What material,

What substance

Contains it

Or constitutes it,

We do now know,

Thought is in the mind

And love is in the heart,

We know this,

And yet the inescapable’s nature

Escapes us,

Yet pursues us,

Consumes us

And leaves us wasted

And complete.

Of what persuasion are you?

What lies within you,

What would penetrate

You to the core of it

And make you mine?

If I delved into you

Would I find myself in there?

In the depths of you

Is the persuader persuaded,

Pursued as you are by me?

If I perused

Would I find a heart

That was mine alone,

Even though I persue all?

I look therein

And find a glut of love.

I pick and pluck it

And devour it.

Only a king of old

Would know how I feel

Having conquered you so.

Probability says

This is not possible

And so I throw down the table

And find the truth.

"As an experienced editor, I disapprove of flashbacks, foreshadowings, and tricksy devices; they belong in the 1980s with M.A.s in postmodernism and chaos theory." David Mitchell