Photomontage of a face in Mist

#Poetry: Connections

    You have no business

no right to

tell me how I feel.

I do what I must:

I open my eyes and pull

down the sky.

I bleed myself dry.

Here where reality is

brutal and exhausting,

we are connected by lies

and anger —

We are one again.

(c) Rob Goldstein 1984-2019

37 thoughts on “#Poetry: Connections

  1. Amen to that! Certain behaviors should universally be off-limits because of the damage they cause (oddly enough, the very behaviors that seem to lead to positions of power), but no one can tell anyone else how to feel.

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    1. Thank you, Josh. Telling us ‘how to feel’ and what to feel abuse. Teaching us how to understand and express what we feel takes a set of skills we need to teach in our schools. We used to call these courses ‘Civics’. I hope you’re in good health. 🙂

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  2. Rob… Every word was already resonating with me. Then the gut-punch at the end. Gave me chills. Now I feel as well as see the image you made for this one. This is a beautiful pairing of work. Hugs on the wing.

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