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Shut

24 Nov

Art by Anne Magill

 

I am a sensitive soul.

Perhaps too much for a man.

I sigh at beauty. I am enchanted by charm. I can get lost in a look.

I cry at sad movies, often glad of the dark.

I am a romantic, Sad songs in my ear buds. Black and white films in the winter. Meetings in steamy-window bookshop cafes. Walks by the swan-gliding river. Dinner in the flickering light of whispering candles.

A message on my phone that ends in a kiss.

I am a dreamer. A poet. Someone who will never forget the press of lips.

And sometimes, only sometimes,  I am a fool.

Yet for all that, if I am hurt, I can become as hard and as cold as a Siberian frost.

And the doors to my heart

Slam

Shut.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Anne Magill

I wrote this almost exactly three years ago, and repeated the post two years ago and then a year ago. I am sure there were reasons for my writing the original. I am sure there must have been.
It captures the hopelessly romantic poet in me – and yet also the steel. A coldness, a stubbornness, a determination, an unbending will. I will never change. It is simply the way I am.
I hope it stands another repost.

 
10 Comments

Posted by on November 24, 2017 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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10 responses to “Shut

  1. Nandita

    November 24, 2017 at 4:15 pm

    I love this post, or should I say repost? 🙂 for the same reasons that you reposted it. I am a romantic! Period.

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  2. The Godfather

    November 24, 2017 at 5:48 pm

    Adore this.

    Liked by 1 person

     
  3. April

    November 24, 2017 at 10:39 pm

    Although I am not a Dominant, I am a hopelessly aberrant romantic. This post is one I can relate to. I often wish for the ability I used to once have, the ability to shut the doors of my heart. It broke open one day and I am still trying to shut it, and lock up the pieces.

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    • Romantic Dominant

      November 24, 2017 at 11:43 pm

      Ah. Sometimes slamming the door shut still cannot protect the heart. But to the outside world it appears to do so.
      I hope you mend. Smiles.

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      • April

        November 25, 2017 at 12:55 am

        Thank you. I keep thinking I am nearly there…but the pieces keep slipping through my fingers. Either there are lots of pieces, or I am hopelessly clumsy at this mending. (P.S. The “outside world” is way overrated.) 😏

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