Quasimoda of Forsyth Park

by Shannon Scott (C) 2015
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There goes the lumpy woman.
The one with the plum, polyester knee shorts.
Brand new Reeboks and bruises dark.
She doesn’t walk or run, but rather hobbles.
Nature’s lark.
A disintegrating machine.
Getting back into her shape of nothing.
She is something new somewhere else.
She is something new here.
She is all she has.
More noticed from a balcony than on a street.
The shoes fit better than her feet.
I watch her from here but we will never meet.
When the moneys gone, love and luck have run out.
She may become you, she may become I.
No doubt, no doubt.

A Love Note

Sometimes the universe will let me divine a little something on the human condition and I’m compelled to share it. Hope it touches someone out there…

A lesson on love. Even as soft as the human heart is, it has bones to protect it, yet even so, it remains vulnerable and exposed. Proof of your own love’s strength is knowing that even as much as we love someone, you cannot sacrifice yourself upon their ramparts. Which does not mean you do not love honestly, intensely, openly or whole. It just means you do not love tragically. This is the rub of life. We love so much at times we want to burn for someone, but to do so means the end of you. There is no honor in that. Only self sacrifice and no one is worth that, even if we love them beyond words. Love does not want pain in the end. It wants peace and joy and not eternal suffering and death. This is the real test of a strong person and where real honor lies. Those that love foolishly are really only that in the end, fools. So don’t be one. Grow and go live instead. ‪#‎CSLewis‬ ‪#‎TheFourLoves‬

 

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