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The Heart of Poetry

I think at times
I am unfair with poetry,
wanting perfection
I am not -- wanting poetry
to clarify, purify...as though
poetry were independent
from its source

alas, poetry is only worthy
as its loss.

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Gershon Wolf

June 30, 2025 at 7:23 PM

And yet, without reaching for perfection, the very blood drains from our arteries and veins.

Joseph P. DiMino

June 30, 2025 at 8:25 PM

That's how we can tell we are being spiritually truthful, living words, that pulse, sweat and drain. Nothing special comes without total commitment. Perfection does not exist...who would want it? The human psyche and soul would never be satisfied with perfection, a barrier one can't pass and go beyond. Boy can I shovel it when I get started. Thank you, Gershon. Blessings.

Paula Goldsmith

June 29, 2025 at 1:18 PM

I enjoyed reading your wonderful "The Heart of Poetry" write. I feel if the writer writes from their heart then it will be a great write. It is up to the reader to say, how good it was to read. What one person loves another will hate. Have a blessed/wonderful day writing away.............

Joseph P. DiMino

June 29, 2025 at 4:21 PM

I agree, Paula; write from the heart, what the heart dictates -- everything else will fall into place. Thank you, my friend.