Love of my life -reflection

” Love of my life

cnt you see

bring it back

dont take it away from me

because you dont know what it means to me ”

-Love of my life, Queen

 

“Tell me where is fancy bred ,

or in the heart or in the head
How begot how nourished ?

Reply reply

It is engendered in the eyes with gazing fed,

and fancy dies in the cradle where it lies ”

-The Merchant of Venice, W. Shakespeared  Act III; scene 2

An overcast grey sunday afternoon

Two women cross the street

One of them is an incredibly beautiful young woman with long flowing blond hair , a maiden from the fairy tales

another is a dark skinned overweight women leaning on the pole trying to stablize herself , obviously intoxicated

she is wearing an old loose fitting yellow t shirt that does not hide her matron figure, so which one will be

receiving love tonight, tomorrow, the next day, the following week, the following month , the next year,

the next decade?

Beauty can be so misleading , it can be possible that the young beautiful maiden has a heart of gold and a great

personality, she is a loving contributing member of society and it could be that the less attractive lady has suffered

a lot to be so neglected looking , leaning on a pole, struggling to cross the street, she might have been a lovely child

once upon a time and had a mother who sat by her bed and read her a bed time story but it could be that her neglect

comes from a neglectful childhood raised by uncaring people who did not look at her twice and so she found herself

drinking alcohol to numb the pain, taking drugs , seeking love in the streets that are objective and accept everyone …

How clever we are , how hawk like, looking and scanning a stranger and taking them apart bit by bit , writing

a life story that will explain what appears to the eye..

The eyes are the jury and the judge and the hanging judge at times.

 

I  love -a poem

There is something in me that loves

there is something in me that scares

there is something in me that is scared too

there is something in me that holds and keeps

there is something in me that lets go and allows to disappear

there is something in me that cries

there is something in me that laughs

there is something in me that loves

there is something in me that sees

there is something in me that hears

there is something in me that feels

there is something in me that wants the  somebody i love

to be true

there is something in me that longs for you .

 

How we love is a reflection of who we are

How we are in the world is a reflection of who we are deep inside

How we are with others is a reflection of our selves being ourselves with others being themselves

How easy is the love of a young boy and his dog

One throws a stick , the other fetches it but everything else is so confusing…

 

 

 

About seagullsea

a seagull flying over the great ocean of life observing.
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