Poem #83 "Sir Render's Rendering" Written by EDWORD
"Sir Render's Rendering" is the 83rd piece from EDWORD's Original Poetry Series . written and published every week. EST 1.10.24
When love first descended on me,
like a mercenary,
I showed it my hands,
and all the cards that I kept bent up against my chest vanished.
I was taken given advantage of -
a land so expansive that I couldn’t candidly call it my own,
though I get to feed on joy of the famished.
And it serves me right and good.
nobody pinched my heart;
I wanted the punch,
the water in my eyes,
the "take whatever you want from me”
just take it slowly.
and leave me with well wishes,
kisses that don't dry yet seal
and folklore on the quill of your tongue.
“Sir Render’s Rendering” written by EDWORD
My Reflections
“Sir Render’s Rendering” is a confessional of sorts for me, its me owning up to how I came to know love as an experience. I wanted to explore the ideologies that have shaped my experience. It didn’t all just happen to me, I think that’s how we prefer to see love, as this invisible gust of circumstance followed by disposition but that’s simple, that’s not the whole truth to me. In truth, I was probably radicalised from the beginning, I never stood a chance. If you listen to as much Luther Vandross and Stevie Wonder as I did at 10 years old, you are bound to fall in love with the concept of love lol. Whilst romance illustrates the sentiment its not the only love I thought of as I wrote this piece, I considered love as a feeling action and expression as a whole and thought about how I want to experience it and the same concepts leapt out to me, I always wanted to know love with a sense of overwhelm, to this day thats what feels real to me. I fear life is simply too short to live love in half measures.
Until next time. With Love. Edword <3
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