DON’T STAND SO CLOSE TO ME

Seven poems, a song and contrasting feelings

The Meeting Benches, hosting travel stories or art experiences, are silent witnesses of chance encounters, deep conversations, love stories and moments of reflection. In this post, they offer you a creative collage made of music, words and images. All forms of art have their charm: painting need inner light and poetry requires a active reading, while a song is to be listened to with the heart. Contrasting feelings, on the other hand, are the result of the emotional ambivalence we feel towards certain situations or people. These are opposite emotions directed towards the same object or situation. Feeling love and hate at the same time, for example, is a paradox of emotional coexistence that can cause strong discomfort and internal conflict. Even if they differ in form and expression, images, poems and songs have points of contact. In this regard, after listening to the iconic song “Don’t Stand So Close to Me” by the band The Police, the images of Dastilige Nevante become the absolute protagonists of both the inner experiences of the poet and the artist.

PAGE AND INK – In the whispered corridors, secrets unfold a dance of desire, forbidden and bold. Their worlds collide, desire ignites, boundaries challenged. She is an open page and he is the ink that stains her days. Almost half her age, yet their hearts intertwine. “Don’t stand so close,” the unspoken warning. Yet closeness draws two broken hearts.

FORBIDDEN GRACE – Chalk dust on two tangled souls, a bell that rings on memories I cannot erase. The forbidden grace of stolen glances, the silences of our nights that wrote their plea: “Don’t stand so close to me, but never leave me free.”

STOLEN MOMENTS – A clandestine tale begins to connect a forbidden flame and a whispered name, lost in her eyes. She is the question that searches the skies. Two entwined souls and a challenged destiny. “Don’t stand so close,” the walls implore, to the silent thrill of their stolen moments.

AGAINST THE SKY – They find their place beneath the soft silver veil of the moon, two souls entwined. They are a dance of shadows in the silence of twilight, a melody of a forgotten art. “Don’t stand so close,” the stars advise. Yet gravity pulls them, against the sky.

THE BREEZE – They write a symphony of stolen glances in the night. He is the sonnet, she is the rhyme. Forbidden lines, lost in time. “Don’t stand so close to me,” echoes the breeze, as they rhyme on the edge of what could be.

FIRST RAY OF DAWN – A forbidden design and untold stories. “Don’t stand so close to me,” echo the silences, along the path they don’t know. He is a compass on the lost road, she is a question seeking the first ray of dawn.

WHISPERING IN THE FOREST – Among the ancient trees, where shadows play, they breathe the symphony of dawn. “Don’t stand so close,” say the leaves, as they rustle on moss-covered stones, forgotten dreams and dew-kissed secrets.