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when you love,
you’re a country,
pierced by daily border
exchanged crossings,
to your closest neighbor
and though,
one rerun~returns home by night,
to your prior defining borderlines,

somehow
the externals of the container has
had its internality's modified

for the lines that prior defined
have altered
by passing the
point of prior,
now by thousands of
tiny holes breaching the
thickened protective lining,
by love punches ‘n kisses of
pinprick punctures
the resistance,
pulverized
<>
you are changed,
new language combos spoken,
embrace another with a
bilingual tonguing,
a real treat
to entreat each other and
that hyphen,
that little tiny
linear
~
punctuation mark is
reflecting your creativity of a
Singular Duality

it is mark that
speaks to a new
U~no individuality,
blended and connected

somehow a duo of
someone’s pulverized lines
forms a single stronger
chord

first a puncture
then a patching
finally
an adhesion pleasuring
and a new working word:

composite

the opposite
of
opposite
12:39AM
11/14-24
On a small boat
Made from
My own thought
I sail the river
Of my breath
Until the thought
That I brought
Dissolved gently
Into a thoughtless sea
Sailing, oh sailing!
To a thoughtless sea
Row, row, row my boat
Without thinking
Anything within me
The river of my breath
Has now taken me
To the very depth
Of a thoughtless sea
You asked me for a hundred dollars
And like a dog I ran to get it for you
Counting the few bills and coins I had
I would do anything to keep you happy
I’d rip my heart out of my chest if another man broke your heart
But now you don’t even consider me family
Vent? Idk I’m just talking
To a woman i am long in due what lovers call a rendezvous.

For love sakes i cry a cry or two, too old  for romance
my heart and strange it grew
for the world to confess.

But a fool fooling himself
he could ever have
what a chance of hope
with a woman like you.

Still what a man so hard to be
tend to keep to themselves,
many the hearts in the world
still it was mine, she walked in kicking her highheels off
poor little rich girl style.

Women im long in due of care and love i continue if just
even worlds apart in doing
What is said, the impossible.
Erato
I’m chasing shadows
That can never be caught
You’re hanging in gallows
Hoping life can be bought
Maybe if you never look my way
We’ll never know it’s not enough
Eyes of brown , lips of pink
Hair of golden strands
Eyebrows dark in a curving arc
And a smile to light up the day
A loving heart and caring soul
Kindness in abundance
Special
I cannot believe
she is not,
at all,
an angel.
Analysis of “About Woman”

Theme:

The poem reflects on the idealization of women, blending admiration and disbelief. It presents the speaker’s refusal to accept that a woman could be anything less than angelic, elevating her to a near-divine status. The theme explores the tension between reality and idealization, encapsulating the human tendency to see perfection in what is loved.

Tone and Structure:

The tone is respectful, reflective, and quietly emphatic. Its brevity and minimal structure emphasize the depth of the speaker’s sentiment, distilling complex emotions into a few impactful words. The lack of embellishment mirrors the purity of the admiration expressed.

Imagery and Meaning:

“I cannot believe “: This line conveys the speaker’s internal struggle, suggesting denial and hope as if rejecting any notion that contradicts their ideal.
“She is not, at all, an angel”: The central metaphor equates the woman with an angel, symbolizing perfection, purity, and otherworldly grace. The negation adds dramatic tension, intensifying the speaker’s conviction.
The absence of detailed imagery allows the reader to project their interpretation of the angelic qualities being attributed.

Message:

The poem suggests that admiration, especially for a woman, can elevate her to an almost mythical status. It highlights the emotional tendency to idealize, focusing on the speaker’s unshakable belief in the woman’s goodness and transcendence.

Conclusion:

“About Woman” is a minimalist yet profound meditation on love and idealization. Its simplicity invites readers to reflect on how they perceive and elevate those they admire, while its open-ended nature leaves space for personal interpretation. The poem’s brevity amplifies its emotional resonance, making it intimate and universal.
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