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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required (A Haiku Trilogy) Stage 1 you don't share feelings how can you say you love me when I don't know you Stage 2 you ask me nothing only sharing your feelings god you're self-absorbed Stage 3 cosmic truth just rocks forever, all is stardust (but women's feelings) Brian Johnston July 30,2014 Poet's Notes: New: Why Stage 1, Stage 2 and Stage 3? Well (this is funny) , it's kind of like cancer, though, of course, cancer is not funny either to those going through it. Also new: I like the inversion of the speakers complaint in the 2nd stanza as well and the irony of the 3rd stanza too. You should note that throughout the first two stanzas the speaker is negating the other's feelings. Really it could be a man or a woman speaking in the first two stanzas). The real question is, is the other really not sharing/listening or is the speaker afraid to be loved (just making the other wrong)? The speaker apparently teaches the other to share and then finds the other's sharing annoying. Might the speaker not share with the other what the speaker wants the other to ask the speaker about? Just a thought! : -) God avoiding looking like a sexist is tough! Whew! Though of course, at heart I am still truly sexist, and sorry ladies, the third stanza still stands (a stroke of genius) ! Ha! This poem is like watching the sun go down off the coast of California. You and God are having a nice glass of Merlot, no Piesporter Goldtropschen Spatlese, like sipping the nectar of honey suckle blossems when you were a kid (but with a kick). You realise that God is perfect and you aren't. And somehow that's OK, because at least He loves you! (No woman is present!)
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