This is very beautiful, Deborah. I'm glad you've already published several parts because I'm eager to move on now to read the rest. It feels so authentic and true to the spirit of young love. And your natural gift for poetry is reflected in every line.
Thank you, Andrew. Also for the bit about a gift for poetry. I don't think of myself as a poet and therefore am somewhat hesitant to share my poetry. But the older I get the more natural it feels to do so anyway--not only to express my heart but share it with others.
I have mixed feelings about this. Therefore, instead of commenting about what you wrote, I’ll sort out more of my thoughts and feelings from the same—or close—time period when I was in San Francisco as all the flower children were arriving.
You went to LA. I’m guessing the LA experience was much different than the SF experience.
I have been watching videos of how much misery Eros (Cupid), son of the trouble-maker Aphrodite, caused to not only mortals but to the gods. The ancient Greeks saw love and lust much differently than how it is seen today.
I imagine the LA and SF experiences were different. They certainly were strange times. Sometimes it feels like a different world we were living in then. I have mixed feelings about Eros too, that busy-body, shooting everyone in sight. That kind of lust/love should be reserved for those deeply committed to a relationship I've always thought. But maybe I missed out on a lot because of that. I'm not sorry though for the trajectory of my life, even with all its ups and downs. Thanks for sharing your thoughts here, Jim. Adding to the conversation.
As your cousin from Indy, I remember this time as if it was yesterday! California love child! You truly have a great love story. 54 years or so. Love your poems and stories, Deb. Loveyou.
I love these poems, Deborah! They are filled with young love, lust, the overwhelming feeling of companionship, and longing when separated.
Reflecting on the years and time passed, your exciting life traveling and living on the boat, and how your relationship has developed, weathered the storms, and matured, I hope the spark is still there.
The world needs more love! Thank you for being vulnerable and sharing your poems with us. I look forward to your next set of poems.
Thank you, Michael. Yours was the response I was hoping to get. I do feel vulnerable putting these out there, but in a way it's not really me, but this woman I was, am, that is. This love, lust, for life, each other, for all that was, is, could be--sharing that is what this is all about. Hoping it touches others.
Thank you, Michael. Yours was the response I was hoping to get. I do feel vulnerable putting these out there, but in a way it's not really me, but this woman I was, am, that is. This love, lust, for life, each other, for all that was, is, could be--sharing that is what this is all about. Hoping it touches others.
This is very beautiful, Deborah. I'm glad you've already published several parts because I'm eager to move on now to read the rest. It feels so authentic and true to the spirit of young love. And your natural gift for poetry is reflected in every line.
Thank you, Andrew. Also for the bit about a gift for poetry. I don't think of myself as a poet and therefore am somewhat hesitant to share my poetry. But the older I get the more natural it feels to do so anyway--not only to express my heart but share it with others.
I have mixed feelings about this. Therefore, instead of commenting about what you wrote, I’ll sort out more of my thoughts and feelings from the same—or close—time period when I was in San Francisco as all the flower children were arriving.
You went to LA. I’m guessing the LA experience was much different than the SF experience.
I have been watching videos of how much misery Eros (Cupid), son of the trouble-maker Aphrodite, caused to not only mortals but to the gods. The ancient Greeks saw love and lust much differently than how it is seen today.
I imagine the LA and SF experiences were different. They certainly were strange times. Sometimes it feels like a different world we were living in then. I have mixed feelings about Eros too, that busy-body, shooting everyone in sight. That kind of lust/love should be reserved for those deeply committed to a relationship I've always thought. But maybe I missed out on a lot because of that. I'm not sorry though for the trajectory of my life, even with all its ups and downs. Thanks for sharing your thoughts here, Jim. Adding to the conversation.
Thank you for replying.
As your cousin from Indy, I remember this time as if it was yesterday! California love child! You truly have a great love story. 54 years or so. Love your poems and stories, Deb. Loveyou.
Yes, those were the days, weren't they! Thank you for coming here and reading, Shelley. I love you too!
I love these poems, Deborah! They are filled with young love, lust, the overwhelming feeling of companionship, and longing when separated.
Reflecting on the years and time passed, your exciting life traveling and living on the boat, and how your relationship has developed, weathered the storms, and matured, I hope the spark is still there.
The world needs more love! Thank you for being vulnerable and sharing your poems with us. I look forward to your next set of poems.
Thank you, Michael. Yours was the response I was hoping to get. I do feel vulnerable putting these out there, but in a way it's not really me, but this woman I was, am, that is. This love, lust, for life, each other, for all that was, is, could be--sharing that is what this is all about. Hoping it touches others.
Thank you, Michael. Yours was the response I was hoping to get. I do feel vulnerable putting these out there, but in a way it's not really me, but this woman I was, am, that is. This love, lust, for life, each other, for all that was, is, could be--sharing that is what this is all about. Hoping it touches others.