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I Need You






Painting: LoveJeux by @SophiaFine




I rarely slip anything
freudian.
My mind is something like
an accordion.

When I expand it, it expresses
When it's nearly perfect
she undresses.

If my poetry has an agenda
its to befriend you.
To offer up a new perspective
a fresh breath reflective.

Pardon me if
from time to time
I force a rhyme.

Its a tribute
to both the showman
and the recluse

Something like a statue to
The poet, The poem,
and especially the reader.
I'm not ashamed to say
I need you.





Comments

  1. This is beautiful Theron!Your unique poetry compliments my painting so well...Thank you!

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  2. smiles. it is a relationship where we feed off each other...the poet and the audience...nicely played...

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  3. The art, Sunny's rendition of need you now and the words are stunning Theron.

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  4. A wonderful collaboration Theron with Sophia's beautiful art :-)

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  5. What a pleasure to read your poetry! "I Need You" is breathtaking ~ I loved "...nearly perfect, she undresses' puts the reader right in front of the mirror, standing near the *vanity* of light! I'll be back for more Theron! Great works of poetry here! ~Jem

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  6. Nice write - rhymes can be troublesome critters :)

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  7. Your stuff is so real, so honest. I love it.

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  8. The rhymes, the honesty, the humility, the words AND their essence -- all in all, simply divine, Theron!

    Sophia's painting and your words here were simply MEANT to be!! The combination is lovely!

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  9. love the sentiments.

    keep it up..

    signed in to follow your blog, welcome following us back.
    hope to see you share.
    you got talent, expose your work to wider audiences.
    smiles.

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  10. i love this....:-) beautiful! ♥

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