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Run Toward Joy

a rispetto

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Comment from Leineco
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It might seem hyperbole - but I can't help but apply profound to this poem.
Why act as if a tender touch
has snatched us in its grasping clutch?

We live in a world where we all sing praises and glory to love and affection, but in truth, we really only mean that on an "arms length" basis. I don't know if it is because as we age, we get "burned" by love/trust and slowly begin to shy from it. . .or if it is because we learn not to trust our own instincts - but with out a doubt - we do, in fact, curb our impulses to run toward joy.
I pondered this poem for quite a while.
(Your form, rhyme and word weaving are (as always) lovely and artistic)

 Comment Written 26-Mar-2014


reply by the author on 27-Mar-2014
    Leineco, thank you so very much for your thoughtful reading of this poem and your generous rating :-) Brooke
Comment from donnadiann
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WonderFul story in theauthor's notes and the pic is so cheerful. Great job, Miranda. Brooke, your poem is nicely rhymed and includes a simplistic, but important message. Good alliterations and spiritually and romantically toned:)

 Comment Written 26-Mar-2014


reply by the author on 26-Mar-2014
    Thank you, Donnadiann, for your generous response to this poem :-) Brooke
Comment from 3boysrule
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Brooke, This poem shows such truth. Easy to push away the embrace of joy. I really enjoyed this. I always look forward to your poems.
Dee

 Comment Written 26-Mar-2014


reply by the author on 26-Mar-2014
    Dee, thank you so much :-) Brooke
Comment from trimple
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Hi Brooke

Love your thoughtful interpretation of love. A tender touch or a grasping clutch. Wow how those two definitions stand opposite of each other!

Fab read, very thought provoking and very well written as usual

kind regards
tracey :)

 Comment Written 26-Mar-2014


reply by the author on 26-Mar-2014
    Tracey, thank you so much :-) Brooke
reply by trimple on 26-Mar-2014
    The pleasure was mine :)
Comment from LateBloomer
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Hello adewpearl,

OMG, Your poem and its essence is so very true, especially:

yet just how often do we race
away, as if it's a mistake?

(Cause the search of perfection must surely exist.)

And:
Why act as if a tender touch
has snatched us in its grasping clutch?

(Or think it to be insulting)

A soul-searching poem that hopefully makes a person look outward and up.

Keep the blue waters flowing. LateBloomer




 Comment Written 26-Mar-2014


reply by the author on 26-Mar-2014
    Thank you so very much, LateBloomer. I so appreciate your encouragement and generosity. Brooke :-)
Comment from Marillion
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And it's all one needs to see, I think. Very nice rispetto, Brooke, and another great and appropriate picture to match the verse. Should the last line be in trimeter, though?

 Comment Written 26-Mar-2014


reply by the author on 26-Mar-2014
    Thanks for your thoughtful review, Dave. I'm not sure why you want the final line in trimeter as my understanding is that the rispetto is written in 8 lines of iambic tetrameter. Brooke
reply by Marillion on 26-Mar-2014
    Doh! No, I thought it WAS in trimeter when I first read it. My bad. Sorry. Wow, I got rusty really quickly.
reply by the author on 26-Mar-2014
    LOL - I forgive you this time ;-)
reply by Marillion on 26-Mar-2014
    Thanks for the mulligan. I can't believe I misread that. I'm not at my best today, but I'm here in spirit.
reply by the author on 26-Mar-2014
    Well, just to make you feel better, let me mention for the first time that you have very nice biceps. LOL As a 62 year old grandmother, I can say that without blushing :-)
reply by Marillion on 26-Mar-2014
    Thank you, my friend. I work hard at my fitness, and since I have to lift my Dad a lot, it's function as well as form. I appreciate you saying so. Someone posted in a review the other day that they thought I'd photo-shopped the picture. I took it as a compliment, too. :)
Comment from fastdigits
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Ah, you write of simple truths in
such poetic and artistic form that
make one stop and think, boy, what
a clever woman who has discovered
the secret of what life is all about.
Well done

 Comment Written 26-Mar-2014


reply by the author on 26-Mar-2014
    fastdigits, thank you so very much for your wonderfully generous sixth star :-) Brooke
Comment from Lovinia
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Hi Brooke

A poignant rispetto in many ways. We have as a society lot the art of embrace (hugs) ... our children reach puberty and shrug off shows of affection when their peers can see. I remember when my boys would look around to see who could see them before I received a kiss or hug hello and goodbye as I dropped them at school.We are losing the sense of touch, as we dash off always in a hurry to complete our daily tasks. A sad loss for us as a community.

I used to tell my children "hugs make you grow, and the more hugs the better." I have loving, affectionate sons I'm proud to say. The delightful Nora looks as though she is open to hugs and loving and in returning it, I'm sure some credit goes to Miranda.

Lucky are the children brought up with affection, love and cuddles for they do see. We can only hope more children will find this in their lives. An expression of sentiments we all need reminding of. Excellent rhyme and rhythm. Hugs - Lovi xoxo

 Comment Written 26-Mar-2014


reply by the author on 26-Mar-2014
    Lovinia, thank you so much for your insightful comments. It certainly is a sad state of affairs when having a parent show affection is an embarrassing thing. Brooke
Comment from Margaret Snowdon
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Why act as if a tender touch
has snatched us in its grasping clutch?
I pray when love is offered me,
the joy of it is all I see.

a rispetto - perfectly penned, Brooke
and what a joyful picture! Most enjoyable,
my friend.

Margaret

 Comment Written 26-Mar-2014


reply by the author on 26-Mar-2014
    Margaret, thank you so much, my friend :-) Brooke
Comment from barleygirl
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This poem might be the only one of yours I've read with a "heavy" interpretation. Tho few, your words conjure up many graphic scenarios in my mind, as to why a person cannot trust joy or love (child abuse & sexual abuse coming to mind, since that's my own experience). It's a very long journey, learning to embrace love & joy, for those damaged by years of broken trust. Maybe your poem wasn't intended to dig that deeply, but I just thought it would be good for you to know what deeper meanings it stirs in some. This is a great poem & I always try to embrace joy, love, & friendship, the best I can, as you've described so aptly in your final lines.

 Comment Written 26-Mar-2014


reply by the author on 26-Mar-2014
    Thanks so much, barleygirl, and yes, your interpretation is what I had in mind. :-) Brooke