Caveat Emptor: Shadorma


Came across
A place they called love
Silly me
Should’ve known
Like any advertisement
It was just a con

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on October 27, 2018, in Poetry, Shadorma and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 21 Comments.

  1. I just found this on another blog and thought it must be for you: When love is not madness it is not love. ~Pedro Calderon de la Barca

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    • You may not be wrong either. I continue reacting from my wife’s passing, in both “positive” and “negative” ways, both of which offer learnings, I am attempting to maximise the positive and minimise the negative, though I confess not always successfully. Bless you, brother, for your concern and thoughtfulness. May you thrive and continue to awaken others to the beauty that surrounds us. ❤

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      • I’m happy to help another sufferer in any way I can. I lost a wife too, but to divorce rather than death. However a loss is still a loss and I went through quite a rough patch, but I like to think that I came out of it a far better person than I was going in. I do hope you have a much easier time of it than I did. Take care.

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      • This current loss will never equal the emotional devastation caused by that ancient divorce. On the other hand, that in time prompted me into reappraisement and fresh adventures while recent events are, at their lowest points, invoking unmanageable rage and a strong wish for immediate death. Meantime I continue to observe, take notes and await what happens next. After all it isn’t me who is always at the wheel, merely the observer and the poor sap who picks up the pieces and repairs the damage.

        I am grateful for your kind concern, thoughts and wishes. Thank you. Still thinking of your bronchial difficulties too. ❤

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  2. The truth can disappoint. Your succinct lesson speaks volumes.

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    • Succinct or simply lazy? Such is determined by the reader I believe rather than the writer. Let us say that I have been/am both a lover and a writer and continue attempting to improve as either. Thank you.


  3. Having only recently made your online acquaintance, I sense considerable depth to the writer. I suspect that allowing the lover and the writer to nurture each other, you have significant ingredients to improve. This, if you genuinely believe either or both need more development. 😊

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  4. Ben, words fail me, except that I think of you (and what you have gone through) often. ❤️

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  5. Life is not without disappointment, unfortunately, and this poem definitely tugs at the heart, Ben. You’re in my thoughts, too. 💗

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  6. Does sound angry, yes. To me, having loved and lost more than a few times, love is always, always worth the risk/s. Because ultimately, I have learned so, so much about myself. Mostly through the more unsavory aspects. Peace.

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  7. Love is not a con, our perception is. What we expect and doesn’t get then we blame love. It is to be nurtured to keep alive.I may be wrong.

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