to yearn for…

May 15, 2014 at 4:15 pm 12 comments

ς

i

can love

with every

ounce of my heart –

accept and embrace

unconditionally

another heart in my life

but it is my heart that cannot

or will not do the same for itself.

this heart will never find the peace it craves

ς

ς

 

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a number rumination

12 Comments Add your own

  • 1. quarksire  |  May 15, 2014 at 4:24 pm

    interestin’ TwisTY! hugzzzz..

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  • 3. ~*La Velata*~  |  May 15, 2014 at 4:37 pm

    another lovely work my friend. I am so glad to have found your blog. Peace!

    Reply
    • 4. words4jp  |  May 15, 2014 at 4:46 pm

      thank you so much. you have made me smile:)

      Reply
  • 5. Paul Handover  |  May 15, 2014 at 4:47 pm

    Never is a very long word! I’ll wager you will find that peace! 🙂

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  • 6. kalabalu  |  May 15, 2014 at 5:02 pm

    head seems to be writing this poetry for the heart 🙂

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  • 7. hitandrun1964  |  May 16, 2014 at 2:13 am

    I hope you’re wrong.:) But I feel the same way so….

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  • 8. thehappyhugger  |  May 16, 2014 at 7:12 am

    Lovely writing. Wishing your heart the peace it craves…

    Reply
  • 9. MichelleMarie  |  May 16, 2014 at 6:21 pm

    I love everything about this. I was thinking about love and peace. No maybe you might not find the love and peace your heart craves because you have changed. Your love will be different and so will you peace. It will be deeper. I believe it. When one goes without peace they crave it and then when it comes it is relief. I have little moments of peace. Like maybe 1 week or 2 at the most. See Kimberly on my blog when I feel no peace that’s when I pour it out like you do with your words I use my art. Our hearts are big, really big and capable of loving many people at once for different reason and for different seasons but one things for sure, no love is the same and no level of peace is either. Now if that doesn’t make you want to slap me I don’t know what will. I am always mulling things over in my mind! Coming to these great conclusions. NOW if I can only wait till they become reality! 😀

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    • 10. words4jp  |  May 16, 2014 at 7:02 pm

      I ain’t slappin’ ya – you have this wonderful optimism that i so sorely lack. and you are right;) i have a major wiring flaw between my head and heart and i am too heart wired – HAH – get it? Heart wired – Hard Wired??

      I think this is one of the reasons i spill my guts in my writing – i have no one around me in person to spill my guts to. My boys – this stuff is not their cup of tea and it shouldn’t and never will be. But I have found some lovely souls who, with their beautiful words and talents, keep me from falling completely into the dregs of doom:) xx You have thrown me a lifeline quite a few times. xxxxx

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      • 11. MichelleMarie  |  May 16, 2014 at 8:32 pm

        You have me as well! Trust me! It seems when one is down the other is up! But if we are both even down in the ditch let’s make mud pies and dandelion necklaces! 😄

  • 12. Blog It Or Lose It  |  May 16, 2014 at 8:43 pm

    You *will* find your peace eventually – I believe it with all my heart.

    Reply

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