After the break-up, she started collecting poetry books to fill the void. Anything she could get her hands on from classic to modern--Yeats, Frost, Wordsworth, Blake, Basho, D.H. Lawrence, E.E. Cummings, Angelou, Oliver--you name it. But the one poetry book she could not bring herself to read again was a collection of love poems by Neruda. Her ex had given her a copy for Valentine's Day when they were still together, signed "I love you forever." After he left her, she shredded that book into a million pieces in a fit of emotions ranging from regret to sadness. And now there she was in yet another bookstore, a copy of Neruda's love poems staring her in the face. She wondered if such love truly existed, the way Neruda described it, a master at romantic writing. Or maybe it was just poetry. Just beautiful poetry. She left the bookstore empty handed, but the love poems would always be in her heart.
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such beautiful words
vaporizing into the sky-
I'm back from vacation and catching up on my favorite blogs. Besides spending a lot of time on the beach, suntanning, I love browsing through bookstores. I was looking through the poetry section and noticed the book by Neruda, which sparked the idea for my fictional haibun (combination of prose and haiku). In reality, I actually bought the book and love it! Sometimes life imitates art or is it art imitates life? Enjoy and thank you for your sweet comments while I was away!
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Posted for dVerse ~ Celebrating Poets