sip love slowly
lest it smothers you
with possessiveness
or sheer audacity
of possession
sip life slowly
to not be overwhelmed
with daily vicissitudes
taking in small measure
both joy and sorrow
glasses are snatched
cruelly, at times
but it was poison
I escaped
Sip slowly
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I like the reminder to take in both joy and sorrow. Some sip only on one.
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To relish one, you need juxtaposition with the other.
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Exactly!
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Sips of Love
Slowly Reaching
Fruition Sips of Love
Darkness
Protects
the
Light
The Flame
From Going out..:)
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Perfect! Darkness protects the flame from going out – I like your take on this.
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Thanks Reena and
Thanks for the
Inspiration of
Your Poem..:)
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Moderation is bliss
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You are right.
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A short poem that captures the twists and turns of life, well done.
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Thank you, Stevens!
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Your welcome!
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To slowly s@vor anything is to extend your joy Reena… 😉
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That’s right! The taste changes from sipping to gulping 😀
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One must be courageous but cautious when sipping life!
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You are so right.
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Well done, Reena!
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Thank you so much!
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Welcome, Reena.
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Nice phrase: “audacity
of possession” I had not thought of these two concepts together before.
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It is indeed vain or audacious to think we can possess a living being, a thinking mind.
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Drinking in your words. Quenching my thirst for poetry.
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Thank you so much, Len! 😊😊
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Oh, that’s interesting. I like the sudden turn in the last stanza.
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Thank you, Sarah!
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Brilliant poem.
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Thank you, Sadje!
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Welcome, Reena.
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