(#135-1) February 14 2014. It seems as good a time as any to confess to being both an adventurer (in the sense of being willing to take risks in seeking out the new) and a romantic It’s not a state I would recommend if you want a quiet life. It can be stressful. On the other hand, I have discovered—somewhat to my surprise—it makes for a joyous one..

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

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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!

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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.

 

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