Frivolity, My heart

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Wouldst thou call
on love’s embrace
and its clumsy cuffs
of flimsy lace
to wrap warmly
and surround thee

when spectral lights
adorn the sky,
and snow ghosts,
haughty, loom at night
only to come and haunt thee,

and if thou were touched by such
as she and her lustrous trumpery,
wouldst thou still forswear
under this black maire,
our undying love, but yet vow
to leave me?

Wouldst thy call on it?

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Author: Anita Lubesh

I write poetry/prose/stories/short stories/verses for children/sketch/and have 6 chapters of a novel sitting there like that half eaten trifle in the fridge or bottle of Jack Daniels because something makes you afraid to eat it or drink... right now.. I am a proud Geordie from England's northern hemisphere and the beautiful city of Newcastle upon Tyne. I live with my lovely husband who came all the way from sunny California just for me, and my favourite animal, Bobble, our dog. I am a member of Greenpeace and Friends of the Earth and wish we could all do more, especially today, when such a lot is wrong.

15 thoughts on “Frivolity, My heart”

  1. Anita, I had to write…I am so choked up…I can barely see through tears that are streaming…
    I read “Is Death Real” in my email and when I followed the link there was no page…so I can only assume you took it off…and I hope I don’t overstep a boundary by talking about it…but it was profound…and I felt it…and I am so sorry foe your loss!
    💜

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    1. Thank you, Lorrie. I did take it off and you’re not overstepping. I am actually quite touched that you felt strongly enough to reach out. Thank you.
      I was in shock, and a few whiskies later, I wrote and posted. A few hours later, I rose deliberately early to remove it.
      For me it was too personal and I felt that I’d divulged too much about myself too – and even after I’d gotten over myself, and despite I do empathically believe there has never been a better time for us to demonstrate the need to speak out, to not keep things too close, for me it was too much to speak out about – and not your problem (WordPress folk). It felt self wotsit in the cold light. Also, though she would have chastised me, I felt I had to be a bit more respectful. I cope day to day as said but I am so very, very lucky comparatively, another factor.
      But, anyway, once again thank you for saying how you feel to me. It is very much appreciated. Tc.

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      1. Oh…I’ve been there and done that (all of it really.) I often struggle with how much to let see the light of day and coming from a background that we had to hide from everyone the truth of our lives, I sometimes wonder if I expose so much in a retaliatory kind of energy. I don’t think I do, I think on some level I share what I do, not only to help me but to maybe help someone else.
        This I do know…you touched me deeply with your words. I felt a “bare” you…a truth…vulnerability… and it made me FEEL too. I understand your feelings…I have countless notebooks of writings that have never been posted filled with truths that scare me.
        I just want you to know that I feel your pain and you are not alone. Your friend will always live in your heart 💜
        Sweet blessings

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      2. Thank you. Well, keep writing and also saying. We are all different and we all have mechanisms, and mostly we are altruistic, which I think helps us emotionally. Spreading good stuff will always be a bonus. No idea where you get smileys from but… 🙂

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