All Comments on 'Presents and Promises'

It is, sometimes, like watching a grandfather clock, the pendulum swinging from side to side as time goes by, fully aware that while it was on this side now, it will be on the other day side then. A hypnotic motion you don't want to stop.

Promises carry a special magic: the joy of the moment but also the hope that might die at last. It's kind of reflected in the German word for promising, 'versprechen', which on the other hand can also mean misspeak.

Speaking of slippery words, a gift can be a present in English, but is poison in German, and maybe it's all this something to soothe your heart in the present and poison your clear vision for a while.

Sorry for all this philosophizing, your poem carried me away.

Oh Snow. As usual you give me much to think about. And as always, I appreciate your insight. 💜

Oh, Lady Amethyst, this poem is a Holiday Heartbreaker!

A gold collar promised a year ago; promise now fulfilled.

But then, some promises kept and some not.

Are you in a better place than you were a year ago?

Will you be in a better place a year from now?

As you say,

“And maybe

It's wrong but

I'm still

mostly ok

with that”

And so we move forward into the new year.

Paul, I don't know about better. I know I love him. I know he loves me. I know he loves her but in a completely different way. I know I love her. I know she loves me. I know she pretends to still love him. And I know that after five years of loving each other, I think it was easier when I didn't love him yet, and she didn't love him anymore and he was still trying to love her, but realizing he loved me. Throuple life is hard, but it is the best love I've ever had. 💜

Well said, Lady A.

And sometimes, that is enough!