Blessing Or A Curse? Poem by Linda Ori
Blessing Or A Curse?
I now reside within my soul,
And every soul, it seems -
How else to manifest this love
For every living thing?
Though often times rejected
And neglected - still it grows -
It weeps for every broken heart
And every tear that flows;
It forges deep connections
To each lover and each friend -
A bond that's rarely broken
Even though the feelings end;
Love is not an easy thing
And often it's one-sided -
And though it's pure and honest
There are times when it's misguided;
The object of affection's glow
May not return the shining -
Still the tapestry's been strung
And love knows no declining;
Although given, never wasted,
Once released it knows no end,
Love's a powerful emotion -
Curse or blessing?
It's a blend.
Love's a powerful emotion - Curse or blessing? it is a question.^^ all the things happened in the word 'love'. u experieced everything and the poem will come out
When you determine the answer, bottle it and sell it... Seriously, L, you express the questions we all ask, the pros and cons we feel, the highs and the lows... but more eloquently than we all do so internally, for sure. A very fine, flowing, begging-the-question piece. t x
LInda, this comes from a place deep inside you which is perfection. You have captured the shining and the ecstacy with lyrical finesse and great beauty. I applaud your love and your words. Affectionately Allie xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Praiseworthy Linda and it's written on the coin both sides. And you toss choose a side?
I always ask the same question you know.. some times it s not good to be so much emotional.. and when the love is not returerned it hurts too... this is nice..and i like the argumentative manner in which you presented your poem.... with lvs shan
Linda this is a beautiful analysis of how we connect and are connected to all thiings. Emotion mediates all that we are and all that we do, and memory keeps it alive. So long as we truly want to live, love binds us to all of this world and to all of this life, and none of it is truly separable from the whole or any sub-part. But still we are selfish creatures made of flesh and blood when all is said and done and therefore we suffer from time to time or in part. Loved this very thought provoking and lyrical journey into the soul. Sorry to rabbit. You got me thinking. x jim
Linda, I think your rhymes work well. You've expressed a mystic's sense of the power of love. Having done that, you surprised me a little at the end by mentioning the word 'curse'. It can certainly be suffering for the lover, but previously you'd given me a sense of 'long-suffering love' and that the power goes out, accepted or superficially rejected. Having said that, I certainly understand what you mean, and I'm writing this after one quick reading. My overwhelming impression of your piece is positive, by a long shot.
What an absolutely outstanding poem, Linda. We humans often fail to remember that we are all tied to a common thread. I have to tell you this is, without a doubt, one of your best quillings. And by the way, there is nothing erroneous in the slant rhyme of seems / thing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/5/2025 12:13:57 AM # 1.0.0
Wow... great write, Linda! A truely objective 'love' poem... accurate and really well done! Brian