Emotions

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The endless flow of our reactions

to, well,

everything.

The constant parade of our emotions

rising and falling like waves

on an internal sea.

So fleeting and temporal

like troughs of weather,

or wisps of colored smoke

drifting on breezes

and then are gone.

 

These primal and dusky apparitions

that were born before words,

experienced even before

we slid down the canal

of our birthing.

Distress or comfort,

pleasure or pain,

and then, of course

love or fear and

contentment or

all our hungers and wants.

 

Our first plaintive cry

echoes through

the remainder of our lives.

Our first smile

enlights the path of our journey.

Those emotions are ours, yet not ours.

Their source is beyond us.

The love of our mothers and fathers,

our grandmothers and grandfathers,

passes through us

to our own children and grandchildren.

unstoppable,    eternal.

In fact,

there is nothing new

about any of our emotions.

They´ve been around a long time.

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The endless flow of our reactions

to, well,

everything.

The constant parade of our emotions

rising and falling like waves

on an internal sea.

So fleeting and temporal

like troughs of weather,

or wisps of colored smoke

drifting on breezes

and then are gone.

These primal and dusky apparitions

that were born before words,

experienced even before

we slid down the canal

of our birthing.

Distress or comfort,

pleasure or pain,

and then, of course

love or fear and

contentment or

all our hungers and wants.

Our first plaintive cry

echoes through

the remainder of our lives.

Our first smile

enlights the path of our journey.

Those emotions are ours, yet not ours.

Their source is beyond us.

The love of our mothers and fathers,

our grandmothers and grandfathers,

passes through us

to our own children and grandchildren.

unstoppable,    eternal.

In fact,

there is nothing new

about any of our…

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  1. I showed this poem to a friend the other day and he was kind enough to give me some feedback. He told me that he didn´t feel he had recieved loved from his intellectual and rationalist parents, but found it with his brother instead, creating a united front and giving each other the love they needed, so the parental chain was not his experience. He also said that he was uncomfortable with poems about love. To him, they all seemed like insipid Halmark sentimentality.
    I would like to invite comments on both of these issues and whatever insights and experiences you are willing to offer. You can also write to me at my personal e-mail address – russellrosander@gmail.com. As always, feel free to share anything I post on this blog.
    Thank you, Russell

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