I HAVE BEEN TOLD THAT MANY OF MY POSTS (especially those on military matters, the economy, or technological innovation) SUGGEST I HAVEN’T GOT A ROMANTIC BONE IN MY BODY
COULD BE. BUT I LIKE TO THINK I DO HAVE A ROMANTIC SIDE—ALBEIT IT DWELLS ELSEWHERE. (as in not in my bones)
BUT, IT IS THERE, I PROMISE YOU!
A VALENTINE FROM VICTOR—FEBRUARY 2015
SOMETIMES—EVERY BELOVED WORD
The words elude my search—but sometimes words seek out the man.
Is destiny a voice—and if it is, how right it feels to be captured so.
To care, to cherish, to capitulate, to love, to commit to death.
To a stranger—but a friend to my soul—a true lover,
a dreamer, a poet.
Sometimes tears find the man—of ever elusive happiness.
Sometimes they reflect what might have been—and a broken heart.
I write with hope, belief, and joy regardless—to a woman who is
worth every risk, every breath, every thought, every endeavor, every
passion, every caress, every touch, every tenderness, every kiss
—every beloved word. But is she real—or a beloved fiction?
February 15 2014
No, I haven’t given up prose for poetry—nor do I consider myself a poet—or even close. But sometimes words compose themselves according to the cadence of circumstances—and this is such a day. May there be many more like it.
Is it about my love of words—or my feelings for a particular woman—or both. Or am I just playing with words? Or with women?
Well, of course I’m teasing in a mild way—but my words are from the heart.
Where would writing be without mystery—and love. And whatever would I do without the written word—and my love for it.
Best of all to share such a love.