dwelling

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If I were much younger I’d walk through the cold

But now that I’m older I’ll never be bold

So you will not find me cold froze on your door

Step-in and wanting and asking for more

Not that I think it’s much better this way

The confliction in diction in all that I say

Oh I love you my dear, just leave me alone

And now I’m in pain I am finally home

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15 responses »

  1. Kila, I would like to feature this poem in either September or October on my Poetic License series. Once a month I post great poetry that I find by searching blogs such as yours. If you allow me to use your poem, you will get full credit and a link back to your site.

    Three times a year I will also be combining the previous four months into one large magazine style post. If you don’t mind please let me know. If you would like to see an example, the first magazine issue of the last trimester of 2010 was posted on January 6th (http://morningerection.wordpress.com/2011/01/06/the-new-tri-annual-poetic-license-magazine/) with the poems from Sept-Dec of 2010.

    Here is the link to the January Poetic License (http://morningerection.wordpress.com/2011/01/03/poetic-license-5/) if you would like to see it before you decide. Thank you for your consideration, regardless of your decision.

    • If you’d like to use my work, send me an email via the one listed on my legalese page, I will send my reply… (this is so I have records of all permissions given). Then follow all guidelines as per my stipulations regarding electronic reproductions.

  2. “The confliction in diction in all that I say
    Oh I love you my dear, just leave me alone”

    Very clever, in title too. Really like this poem. Cheers

    • Thank you. I like using double meanings… Actually, I just all around like playing with words… or they like playing with me, sometimes I can’t quite tell. But any-ways… Thank you for the kind words, I just hope to keep on par with the rest of you in this little corner of the web.

  3. Clever and certainly true. It’s easy and so comfortable writing at home. Thank heaven the world can now come to us without intrusion. Thank you, Gay @beachanny

    • I think you may have gotten me wrong here. This poem is not about being “at home” and writing… It’s about being burdened by the experience of age and afraid to love with abandon.

    • thank you. Like so many of us who’ve been in love and lost… and been in love and lost… lather rince, repeat… I’ve gotten tentative and often feel more vulnerable than I did before the experience.

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