Bereft of touch left with only devices of imagination
Mind’s eye building on pictures we frame
Between us whispered words of want and desire
In language we have created to sooth or excite
Written amid public lines others read unknowing
Privately we inflame and engulf each other
Saying too little or too much, wrapping ourselves
In secrecy to keep our thoughts tangible, tangled on the surface
Our need to feel each other close grows brighter
Than our desire to keep private our intimacy
Conversations tumble from one space to the next
Keep flowering, blooming across pages
Words, pictures and music spoken between us
Stumbled through to tell stories of fragile history
Rushed toward with hopeful heart and daring
Not that woman yet, but maybe tomorrow
If love knocks hard enough and with bold claim
To write across heart and body
Valentine, 16-June-2014
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Beautiful! One of your best yet Valentine! “Maybe tomorrow’….certainly tomorrow! 🙂
Yes, that is what I am thinking as the days run together and tomorrows seem to be running across midnight.
Thank you my friend, I am so happy you enjoyed this one. Just as I am happy others have embraced my poetry. It feels good.
I believe everything happens for a reason. You had to go through what you’ve been through this past year, so that you could rediscover your love and passion for poetry. It’s awoken something inside you and through your poetic words you are creating a space for the next chapter of your life. It’s going to be grand, I can tell.
I think you are right Monica, it is going to be grand. Opening doors and windows in my heart that I had slammed shut a very long time ago. It isn’t so much a rediscovery as it is an acceptance. Thank you so much for reading and your kind words, they mean a great deal.
You are excelling in the poetry field, dear friend! The blend of words of writing with the relationship is so creative.
Ah, thank you so much Christy. I so appreciate you coming to read and your kind words.
“If love knocks hard enough and with both claim.” What a great line. That’s the best kind of love, too.
Thank you Mark. It was inspired by something someone said to me some months back about knowing and recognizing love when it shows up.
I love this, Val – light, inspiring and (for me) full of hope 🙂
There is indeed a path of hopefulness in this one Eric. Thank you.
beautiful verse.
xxxx
Thank you Kim. I am inspired these days.
*grins* Not a peep since you already know my thoughts on this one.
Okay, so maybe one more: Yes.
❤
Thank you, from you I always need at least a peep.
Wow, nicely done, Val! I love the tangible/tangled bit, especially.
Hope you are doing well. Sorry to have been gone for so long. We were without internet for two weeks and then I traveled to the US for nearly another two. So glad to be home!
Hugs from Ecuador,
Kathy
I have so very much missed you in my line of sight and reading! Isn’t it strange how we miss our connections when they are gone. Hope all is well and back in place.
Thank you for your kind words.
Your expression in poetry is superb.
Thank you so much Ian, coming from a poet I enjoy reading and respect I am most honored.
I think this:
“wrapping ourselves In secrecy to keep our thoughts tangible, tangled on the surface.”
sums up what can be so tragic about being human and an adult. Beautifully expressed–all of it.
Thank you Lisa, I think all of us find it so difficult to express ourselves with words, with touch with all of the things that make us human and humane. When we add to this all of the things that cause us to pull back from others, that is the tangible and tangle, the surface that causes us to slide off each other.
Thank you for see that.
Val
You have a real gift!
I am learning to express myself without hiding. Thank you.
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Power of written word!!
Love it!! Excellent! The picture says so much!
Oh, thank you. It is one of my favorite pictures. It reminds me of how I use to feel when I could still dance, when the wind lifted me, when I could lift me off the boards. When love lifts you.
I’ve seen it before. I’ve sad it …. Love it!!
❤
I also remember when I could dance unencumbered and pain free!! What an awesome feeling!!
I can … still … in my mind and a little bit on the dance floor.
My Dad always said that he didn’t feel the age that he actually was, even in his 50s. I now understand exactly what he meant. Our bodies age while our minds lag behind!!! That’s the price we pay for the garden of eden!
Well, I keep hope alive, in my heart and soul. Despite all the injuries, all the pain, all the loss. I keep it alive. There is still so much I want from life, so much I have missed doing what everyone else asked of and expected from me. Now, now I think it must be my turn.
Now, I want to be loved, truly loved as I am and for who I am, flaws and all. I want someone to see me and want me exactly as I am, just as the poem said. I want laughter, I want love, I want maybe a little bit of romance, I want it all dammit.
You are entitled to it all, Val ….. keep thinking that way and you will get it. Make it happen, manifest it!!
It will come your way, I know …. Hugs!!!
We will see. Easy to say, harder to break out of long standing shells. Easy to write, harder to step away from long standing armor. We shall see. I think my friend, it will take a hell of a man to pull me along that path.
❤
That’s what you deserve … a hell of a man!!! ❤ ….
I think so too
😎
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Thank you My
“If love knocks hard enough and with bold claim
To write across heart and body”
Sigh.
Ah Tess, I sigh too when I write the words.
*nods*
Words with so much passion waiting to be set free..To love again!
Perhaps Andy .. we shall always see what the world brings to the doorstep.
Eagerly awaiting 🙂