".A Poet is the most unpoetical of any thing in existence; because he has no Identity - he is continually in for - and filling some other Body - The Sun, The Moon, The Sea and Men and Women who are creatures of impulse are poetical and have about them an unchangeable attribute - the poet has none; no identity'....
John Keats to Richard Woodhouse, 1818
My heart is paralyzed with some sort of enchanted you have caste on it.
you have taken me hostage.
is that not cruelty?
I am dissolving.
-I always think about you and wonder
if you look at the same sunrise and sunset I do.
you have given me something special I will always keep close to my heart.
I think you have given me knowledge and love.
there are days where I feel a tightness in my chest thinking of you and you know,
I always wonder if at that very moment you are thinking of me.
I would say a day doesn't go by that I don't think about you.-
This is poetry; poetry to my heart. Poetry that feeds my soul.
What keeps the stars shining, and my universe in orbit
Sister...this is pretty deep. I love it.
ReplyDeleteSon tus sentimientos y que maravilloso poder expresarlos de esta manera.
Te hace sentir viva aunque a veces se te paraliza el corazón,pero definitivamente es mejor sentir así que no sentir.
Una sonrisa y un abrazo para tu alama my sister.