Gerald the Writer

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Posted on January 31, 2012 by Jerry

I didn’t ask to be born.

Love crashed together.

Love pushed me out.

I don’t will my lung’s inflections.

I don’t whip my ventricles

yelling “stroke, stroke, stroke.”

I won’t ask to die either.

Love separates my self.

Love pushed me to you.

Each breath it’s evidence

as chambers syncopate

murmuring “you, you, you.”

brian on February 1, 2012 at 1:33 am said:

each breathe a reminder of just who is loved…nice one jerry

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Laurie Kolp on February 1, 2012 at 2:21 am said:

You didn’t ask, but it just happens doesn’t it? This is beautiful, Jerry.

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Anna Montgomery on February 1, 2012 at 3:22 pm said:

Surprised by love and the whole poem resonates with a right relationship to process in the world.

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claudia on February 1, 2012 at 7:10 pm said:

Each breath it’s evidence

as chambers syncopate

murmuring “you, you, you.”…. just love it jerry

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Jingle Poetry @ The Gooseberry Garden on February 8, 2012 at 1:12 pm said:

bittersweet, lovely verse.

smiles.

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