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Words of the heart

A poem on love nicely executed. Touching expression.

A good start. Carry on. Thanks

there's a deep sense of self realization in the underlying tone of this poem, layered beneath the simple style of writing. The second last stanza is the essence of the poem. There's an explosion of revelation happing in those few line. Its that of an old man breaking chains from his past, and liberarating himself, and essentially confessing to how much his past had made him live in fear of being loved. And now at this stage in his life, he wishe he had said i love you. Bukowski has mastered tone. The last two lines of the poem, so unexpected, so simple, yet in context to the poem, they are explosive. The reader forgets how cliched and over used i love you is. It's a beautiful poem.

Yeah. It's good it's been said though we never know whether it's too late

it's good it's been said though we never know whether it's too late

Ends superb, thank you

.....most amazing....true love means staying together until death ★

He is probably the most head-on gritty truth-bearing unapologetic writer I have ever had the privilege to read. His world is a harsh world of abusive fathers, abusive husbands, abusive mothers, abusive wives- -he gives no one a gender pass. Perhaps the narrator really did love the woman- perhaps his definition of love is sorely deficient. Well-worth reading, pondering, arguing over.

Trite and simple. A cat waiting to pound on a bed is a poor image of death.

I am so very sorry for my wife. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

Most delicate emotions unfolded through a web of words woven with great expertise. Hats off.

So nice. It is the reality when one passed away.

Before we run out of time we must learn to be considerate to each other.We forget it though.Such a poem nudge us from our slumber!

Wonderful poem......When they are with us we seldom care about when they leave we seldom forget them........

Good

Death frees him to express what he really wants to say.

Just... brilliant...

Yes, there is a kindness stored away in Bukowski. As he reveals in his poem 'Bluebird' which is my favorite poem from him.

I know, Jefffff. We come for the lonliness but stayt for the...