What right had I to fly so high?
To hide behind see-through disguise?
To trust so far so many a lie?
To pay no heed to words of wise?
What right had I so deep to dive
Into my self for fun, on whim?
Disturb did I a quiet bee-hive
And still have stings all o’er my skin.
The time has come for me to know
How wrong I've been, how wrong, how wrong!
My stupid heart, so weak, so low
How can it love so much, so strong?
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João,
This is well written. It is good that you continue to express yourself in a language that is not of your native tongue. Obviously something has affected you deeply to result in a poem not written in your native language. Your word usage is "picture" evocative.
Well done.
Blessings!
Thank you so much, Marna.
Your appreciation means a lot to me.
There's a sense of purpose in writing in English, and in endeavoring to do it well.
You know what it is like with your drama. You certainly dont envisage anything like megastardom, an imense fortune and so forth, but appreciation for your best efforts as expressed verbally or otherwise by your audience must be something really rewarding. You know that for yourself, of course.
Thank you again.
I like your poem,João Esteves!
Hope you will continue to write more!
So do I, dear friend Betty. I have entered your virtual space, too. Our interblog dialog is just beginning.
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