Two new poems up, if you click back. I'd like to add a disclaimer of sorts for those who may wonder if I'm obsessed or something.
These have nothing to do with the now, except that the now always includes our strongest memories. That time of my life was like a movie, and it has very much become my muse. I have tried to explain things away by saying that the love I felt for him then was a selfish love, that it wasn't meant to be, that we both made mistakes, and blah-di-blah whatever. The truth is that I loved him fiercely, in a way that was both deep and wide. We can say what we will now about it, but it was one of the most intense and meaningful times of my life. It does not discount my present life, which is rich and full in its own way. That time might not be my muse forever. But for now, it rolls like a movie reel in my heart and mind, and I won't let good work slip away because what I have learned of and decided about life and love has changed with time. Who's to say if I will always feel this way about it? I will capture those moments like photographs. Medium format, I think, a little blurred, but beautiful. I am dusting off the old negatives now...
2008-07-17 - 2:45 p.m.
