A Kiss Rejected On A Whim Poem by Doris Cornago

Mental illness is something we dare not talk about openly for fear of being branded. Yet, it's very real for some of us, among our friends, in our families and sadly, inside our bedrooms. You would think that violence is the worst a man can inflict on a woman, but think again. Isn't inattentiveness or abandonment more pernicious?

Observe my duality in this poem, the one outside who is played by the selfish man, and the one inside, the humane core who understands and forgives all. We all have this duality and it's up to us to cultivate that part which is kind and gentle.

When you seek romance, you are slapped with the truth, none can be taken from a cloistered monk.: -)

All of your images are perched on the precipice of something....a letting go of restraint. Undefeated, the speaker does not give up. Thanks for sharing.

Here is the romance: a quivering drop suspended from an empty cup's rim. You live for the promise of it but there's nothing there - he is empty.