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Half-life of Doubt
Sometimes I wonder if love ever wins;
inquiries with half-lives of mere seconds.
Then it occurs to me; it already has.
Otherwise, I could not ask those questions.
Style / type:
Free verse
Review Request (Intensity):
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing stage:
Content level:
Not Explicit Content
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Comments
Candlewitch
Wed, 2023-02-08 08:02
dear Tim,
an introspective write...I usually, read several times over, this kind of poem. for upon each reading, I discover something new!
*hugs, & good morning! Cat
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Seren
Wed, 2023-02-08 11:24
Half-life of Doubt
This could be the title to my memoir.
I absolutely love this. Like Catsis I read a few times and each time I got something new from it. I love poetry where there is introspection and looking into your soul.
I adore the answer. I usually don't realise that answer to some of life's questions are staring me in the face until they punch me in the head.
Brilliant, its so short but says a thousand things in four lines.
Kindest regards
Jayne
“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats
Rosewood Apothecary
Wed, 2023-02-08 13:32
Thank you both
You know. I just went and read it again. It definitely hits different every time.
I really appreciate you both stopping by to check it out. If you’re thinking about love, it already won.
Tim
RoseBlack
Wed, 2023-02-08 17:44
How true
A short but powerful write. Love always wins.
~RoseBlack~
Poets Hand
Thu, 2023-02-09 23:25
Half life of Doubt Love
What is the half life of a doubt? Such deep content breeds contentedness. When Love wins as it has for me. The more I look the more I see. Love definitely wins for me.
A poem full of hidden pleasure. Brief as it is deep as a treasure.
Poets Hand
Hannah