Talk Vs. Text

tète-à-tète

heart to heart

face to face

intercourse of the articulated

elucidated, revelatory kind

I want to look into your eyes

to get the lowdown

the scoop

the inside story

talk to me

touch me

with your hands and with your voice

hefty confabulation

round and heavy and full

please

no spare and skinny text

so lean and emaciated and gaunt

I want to cry for all that’s missing

give me the heart

and the thrust

and the point

from your mouth and not your fingers

whisper, sigh

shout or mutter

doesn’t matter

breathe into my ear

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Loved, Lost, Lived

“…I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes. ” (Molly Bloom’s soliloquy, Ulysses, James Joyce)

Better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all?

YES, of course, the answer is yes. Yay for love. If it doesn’t last forever, well, so what? Neither does a broken heart.

This ‘loved and lost’ quote from Albert Tennyson’s “In Memoriam” elegy is beautiful both in and out of context because it covers so much ground. There are many different kinds of love, and just as many forms of grief. It’s not possible to truly know one without experiencing the other. We’ve all lost at love in one way or another, but wasn’t the joyful journey just so incredibly worth it?

Tennyson’s Victorian ballads are music to my ears – The Lady of Shallot in particular. Never mind all this love and loss talk, I’m also simply a sucker for poetry that rhymes. So what a lovely prompt. It’s made me want to write my own love-besotted ballad. Better to have written nonsensical garbage than never to have attempted it at all? Ha. Maybe not.

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Now that I’ve had a chance to read some of the other Plinky responses to this question I’m wondering if my answer sounds a little too flippant.  I did not mean to say that faithful and lasting love and committment is not important or not worth the effort you have to put into the daunting task of making it vibrant and making it last.  If you can do that, you are without a doubt one of the luckiest people alive.  But you also need to know when it’s just not worth it, and that true happiness may after all  lie somewhere else.  There should be no guilt in setting someone free.  It seems that there are people out there who are adrift, clinging to grief and remorse and sadness as though it were a life raft, afraid to let it go, terrified to move on, to allow themselves to discover joy again.  There is joy out there and it is not elusive.  Open up your heart.  It may surprise you what comes along to mend it and to fill it up.

Heart or Head?

Head or Heart?

It’s a lovely partnership, actually.

Head says, what do you think of this path, Heart? It seems the most logical and sensible one to take; there are many rewards along the way, but it won’t be easy. Will you break?

Heart says no, I believe what you say. I can be strong. I will survive.

Heart says let’s go this way now! Look – the path is full of joy at every turn. I will fly, I will sing!

Head says, but the path is short and dangerous and may end badly. You will ache when it’s over.

Heart says the risk is part of the thrill. Don’t be one of those stubborn heads that later regrets not following the heart when it mattered the most.

Head smiles and agrees to stop thinking for a while. If nothing else, the memories that heart makes on this path will be worth the pain.

Sometimes one leads, and sometimes one follows. But most of the time they walk together along life’s paths, side by side.

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