Passion

We are slaves to it. Passion. It is who we are. We answer its call, fulfilling our deepest dreams. Embracing even the pain.

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Constance La France

Date: 8/22/2010 3:53:00 PM

I think this tanka is just lovely, wonderful emotions expressed.. soup mail in a minute~~

Linda-Marie Sweetheart

Date: 8/21/2010 3:00:00 PM

No truer words were written Paula especially in Italy ..this country is full of passion in everything they do..eat, dance, party, love, even Church is passionate to them.. so a great poem to read on my wedding day ..luv.. ciao..

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 8/21/2010 9:08:00 AM

Excellent thoughts on passion. I agree -- we do become its slaves. The heart is so vulnerable to temptation. Well done! Love, Carolyn

Wilma Neels

Date: 8/21/2010 5:33:00 AM

Awesome wisdom Paula, sometimes we are in denial of that fact.. Enjoy your weekend, love Wilma

Francine Roberts

Date: 8/20/2010 11:16:00 PM

wonderful poem

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 8/20/2010 9:42:00 PM

Paula, your are so right we are slaves to the eyes and thoughts of passion, enjoyed,..p.d.