When I think of the word love
I taste something sweet
like dark cherries that stain my lips
When I think of being loved
I feel a fizz
Champagne bubbles exploding against my skin
When I think of falling in love
It's feeling safe
Finding a home
A resting place
About the Creator
Ali SP
Ali has found a renewed passion for reading and creating. It is now a form of expression for her– another creative outlet which she works to improve upon.
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Trickle Them Down, But Not Out
The thing about smart people is that they should know better, but alas, intelligence is not the same as wisdom. Not only do the mistakes of experts too short on vision—when they are not corrected—have the potential to do great and far-reaching damage, but they also undermine public confidence in the very notion of expertise. This is particularly so when expertise is wielded in defence of the rich and powerful as a cudgel against those laid low. As an academic, this lack of faith in “so-called experts” is painful to see as it plays out in the spread of dis-/misinformation, conspiracy theories, and anti-intellectualism writ large. But it is also an understandable impulse given the catastrophic failure of an economic ideology pushed by certain economic experts. Supply-side economics has shaped a broken system for the last half-century and has arguably done more to undermine the fabric of the American Dream than any policy framework of the past century.
By Cory Wright-Maleya day ago in Humans
Comments (6)
This is stunning, Ali. There's such a feeling of calm and peace while reading this. ❤️
Beautifully-penned! 💕
Home is where the heart is. Loved your poem!
When I think of being love - I feel a fizz - That describes a feeling of being gitty that we all loved to feel. Absolutely Well Done!!!
Lovely images and some sweet final lines. Well done!
Beautiful love poem!!!❤️❤️💕