Short Proust Poems

lately i've been
feeling naked
embarrassed
wondering what
being totally open

so i opened a book
of Proust randomly
thinking this or these
pages will shine some
kind of truth but it didn't...

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When one is lonely and shy
and the whole world is passing by,
play this little game although quite tame,
key in your name in the anagram frame,
take flight from commonality
to change one’s personality
you may find it gives one a boost
a character from a novel by Proust,
aid one to participate, in a wee dram
become a sophisticated, Rash Horny Ram!

© Harry J Horsman  2011...

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Shakespeare wrote that "Love is blind"

Lennon told us "Love is the flower you've got to let grow"

Proust believed "Love is space and time measured by the heart"

Segal said  "Love means never having to say you're sorry"

Yesterday, 
when I told a pharmacist that 
I have to inject my diabetic 
cat with insulin twice a day, 
she said "that sir, is truly love"

Who to believe?...

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Sometimes it seems like a distant dream, 
and I half-wonder if she was a wild figment of my imagination,
but faded photographs, now the only reminder,
prove to me that the relationship was real, that she was real.
Yet, we went from pure passion to stony silence;
and, again, I question if things were ever that good between us,
or if my memory is playing tricks, as Proust would probably argue?

written 25 November for Nette's Unsayable contest...

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