To quote the Bard: A rose by any other name [6 July 2020]
To feel that sweetest of emotions
To give
To be enfolded, warm as in a fleece
To ache in want of you
To open, to let you in
That you might know me true
To receive…
Pain.
Better maybe to remain
Closed to you
To know no blame and feel no flame
Be forever hard and cold
A dried and worthless husk of futile dreams
Of what could have been
But to love
To take that step
To risk that I might drown
Or to retreat while this semblance of sanity still is mine
A decision made… for there can be no other
I trust you’ll make my shoes of finest leather
My patron saint of cobblers and of glovers
crispina kemp 
A lovely poem Crispina
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Thank you
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You’re welcome 😉
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🙂
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👍
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Beautiful! 🙂
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Thanks Sammi
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“To love…that sweetest of emotions” is what we all crave but knowing it can come with unbearable pain is part of living I think.
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And one we try to avoid, I think
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Beautifully done, Crispina.
I say much better to take a chance than to sit by idly, believing our supposed sanity is what is best and knowing we will always ask ourselves, what if?
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After all, what do we really risk?
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A chance…
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But the chance isn’t the risk… the risk is the awful pain that doesn’t last just for a day
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By taking a chance, you risk either happiness or sadness…
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But can we say happiness is a risk? If that’s the danger, I’m happy to fall into it
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Yes, we can.
As am I. Living comes with it all, if we’re lucky
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Yea. Risking happiness at the moment.
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I say we must. It shows us that we are alive.
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Very definitely alive
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Very.
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Excuse my huge grin. I think you could be right about him. Big big big sighs
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😁😁😁
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Beautifully penned, Crispina ♥️
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Thank you, Shweta
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Very well expressed, but I didn’t understand the last two lines. Is their actually a patron saint of cobblers?
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It refers to the patron saint of cobblers and glovers (my name, Crispin/a)
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Beautiful poem, Crispina. Some lines touched me deeply like “To risk that I might drown” and the first stanza as well!
Keep writing more!
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Requires the inspiration… but who knows what might happen next
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You’ll find inspiration if you look inside yourself. Someone said this to me, I don’t know if it’s true
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Tis true. At least, that’s where I find mine
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True for me too I think
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Yea 🙂
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