Years ago, I’ve read the poetry of ‘There Is a Bluebird in My Heart’ many times.
I wanted to read it. I mean I really wanted to reeeeeead it (you know, like really, genuinely, and originally read it by heart) many times… but somehow… I always thought I’m missing something. Maybe I’m missing some commas, maybe I’m missing some semicolons, or some s’’s, or full stops! I did not know what I was trying to find! But I knew there was something that was not quite there.
So I left it there… After many years of that // as it is now, in the late winter of 2024, I feel there is a bluebird in my heart! Now I can’t even remember all the lines of that poetry,,, but I can vividly, strongly feel that yes, there is a bluebird, and like a blind man… I can feel all the words, all the punctuations, all the verbs, adverbs, and all the other known and unknown styles of that Bukowski poetry!
There is a time when poetry comes to you, and there is a time when you go to poetry. Fortunately, both are not the same!
But isn’t that also true for love? Who said love is different from poetry?
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