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Rodin titled KISS
Still remembering that wonder of a moment
“One Deciding Kiss” now a haunting stranger…
just the memory a bliss flows throughout minds
to toes, her mind flushes same warmth her heart
pumps-that “twinge”-dearheart rsvp has
forced-to pass, she wonders how men do
erase love she wants to learn how to stop
love like men do? For moments in joy. Till-
he hates her defect-that he used to love.
blurs-then she looks again at ‘Kiss”, once
more in joy. Bliss. selective memory makes
her Choices not hers. She is inept at hate.
seasideauthor SR 
Oh, how beautiful, how true.
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Alas men are as bad as letting go.. they just keep it locked inside…
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Enjoyed this fresh vibrant look at the Kiss – loved the line: “She is inept at hate.” Very nice indeed… With Best Wishes Scott http://www.scotthastie.com
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A nice prose poem, with a terrific take on the Rilke/Rodin prompt. It does seem that men & women approach love & relationships from a different perspective; the old “men are from Mars, women are from Venus” reality; but some of us learn from our shallow selfish earlier relationships; I am working on year 21 of my third marriage these days.
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how interesting – being inept at hate – i love that sculpture esp. and the sensation a kiss carries..hmm… sad that he starts to hate what he once loved…
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This statue inspired me too. Love that line, “she is inept at hate” and she wonders how men do erase love. Excellent poem 🙂
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Selective memory can be blessing or a curse ~
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ha. i think we are all plagued by selective memory…our memories, like pebbles in the water tend to round out the further from them we get…it is hard actually to hate for so long…
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this poem reminds me that the women civilize the men…. I enjoyed reading this
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How thought provoking this is… poignant and bittersweet… oftentimes what has come to pass makes it hard to let someone in again.
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“She” evokes images of so many heartbroken lovers who died pining and the last sentence is so poignant…
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where did my comments go? 😮
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I do whether it is a blessing or a curse to be inept at hate.
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Sometime an intimate kiss is more meaningful to one than another
In a person of seldom such intimacies, it may overtake them
and morph into a lifetime of yearning. I think of Emily Dickinson whose “little passion”
became the inspiration for almost all her poems.
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