Your title isn't "adjective-noun," and that blows my mind (still allits though). Love your little math thingie at the end. Hoo boy... well I didn't reply to this one in a long time and it's because I'm lazy. Yes, I'm lazy. Lazy lazy lazy lazy lazy. Oh well... happy Canada day! Brian's going to reply to your poem now.
just as I'm usually my own worst enemy.
I've also always found fascination in life's little ironies.
Along the way I've learned there is a fine line between
temptation and things just meant to be.
When it comes to the fine line between creativity and cliche, you're your own worst enemy. (couldn't resist!)
OK so I let that ruin the intro for me. I know, I know, I'm too picky with that sort of thing. But I really have a hard time tolerating things like that, and it's my fault not yours, so don't let it phase you.
Otherwise the introduction isn't bad as far as introductions go. It's hard to start a poem but you have a neat method of starting your poems, you kind of reach back a little bit (I've always known) and set out the theme that's going to be discussed in the rest of the poem. Kind of like how you'd write an essay. It's nifty.
Driving to the airport, praying an act of God would
somehow delay my flight, knowing it was going
to take a force of nature to give me the strength
needed to leave both you and the tides behind.
And she comes back to nature. Going to take a force of nature to give you the strength, hm? Because departure goes against your heart's nature, and you can't help feeling that "this is wrong," until something nudges you in the direction with "this is what must be?" Hugs, JM, you precious soul you...
Saying good-bye was like amputation ...
as I surrendered to all degrees of separation,
it was in that moment, I knew ... without hesitation ...
I would have traded those tides for more time with you.
Regard! Elle rime!
You know I can picture you staring out at the road with this sullen look on your face, covered up by a bit of forced, happy conversation, your eyes on the little white dots rushing past you. And for some reason it's raining too, but that's my imagination, so forgive me. "Saying goodbye was like amputation?" Hmmmm heh... that's kind of nifty actually, I've used that one before too. I told my ex "I love you like I love my arm." She didn't think it was so romantic. But uh, maybe I should have phrased it more like you did. Oh yeah... but I know how it is to lose a part of yourself. Never easy. Especially the moment hanging in suspension where you have to watch the departure take place, powerless to do anything.
Watching you walk away, my body bruised by the
restraint I inflicted on it resisting running after you.
My heavy heart held me there ...
I missed you before you were ever out of my view.
I like that bruised-from-the-restraint thing. Very cool... and the last line fits this entire canto just perfectly. Missing someone isn't always a question of their geographic location. You can miss the person sitting right next to you, because you're already waiting to see them again, already waiting for all the things you shared to happen again. Man it's depressing, though.
How many moonlit midnight drives
must I make before one of these roads
takes me back to your tides of contentment?
How many early morning rides towards
the crimson sunrise will return me to the
rhythm of the wave's resonating reprise?
How many miles must I accumulate
before I can acclimate my spirit in
your blue breezes once again?
The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind. Ahahaha... but you have to admit you ripped this off just a little bit, hm?
You and that colour blue. Don't ever get tired of it? It's fine. You have a theme, I understand.
How many creeks can I walk in, how many lakes can I wade?
How many river banks can I wander searching for another
invitation in the sand, needing constantly to be near
water in a futile attempt to recreate the way I felt
walking sunswept shorelines holding your hand.
Beach imagery, beach imagery, beach imagery... JM, can you take me to the beach someday and point out all the things I'm missing? I've been there before and never quite taken in what you have. Can I borrow your eyes? How about your brain? Hehe...
Water is nice. I read at a young age that water is astrologically linked to Scorpio, and I went for that--I loved that zodiac stuff, it was so neat. Then I went and never learned to swim. But there's something divine about water, I agree... it reminds you of summer, of the beach, of the vastness of the planet that stretches from shore to shore. It reminds you how huge and frightening everything really is... excellent choice of symbol, that's one very near and dear to me.
So now I ride with one eye on the road and one on the moon.
Lazy eye? Hehe...
If I drive directly into it will I end up on the other side?
Will it pull my tides to a dusk dusted shore saturated
in September's sultry solstice?
You and your imagination... I always love your "if--will"s, this one is no exception. It's an example of desparation, isn't it? Your mind wanders to the extrordinary, extreme and unworldly in hopes of gathering some kind of hope. This part of the poem shows how genuine your feelings are, that you are capable of such thoughts as this...
Did you know there is a star in the sky for every time
I have missed you?
Ok, that's a bit lame, but I forgive you. Just because the rest of this rocks so much.
Yet I only need one to guide me back
to where I fell for you and for the ocean's hues of blue.
'Map Questing' the miles, trying to find the scenic
route to return to where I left my heart in the sand.
Watching the weather channel to see if the
sun is shining on your shoulders and shorelines.
Oooh... that last part, I know how that is... I've actually done that before, checked the weather in someone else's part of the world to see if the sun was shining for her, if it was raining, or whatnot... but that you consider this a part of destination is interesting. Is that a way of reaching the person? Some method of interaction, just trying to get inside their mind and see and feel what they are feeling?
Still I ride to where the roads rise, searching for a detour that will
deliver me to your aqua allure. Taken by a relentless urgency to find
my way back to the sea, I fill my days with respites on river banks ...
creek beds and sand bars, sunning on lake shores just to be close to the
influence of water, needing to immerse my spirit the constancy of waves.
I love "aqua allure." That's one of my favourite parts of the poem. You and your little habit of finding strange and unusual combinations of words and colours... and that alliteration of yours, I wish I could think one letter at a time like you seem to. You're coming back to the water again, this time blatantly expressing the importance of the water's symbolism in your life. How it makes you remember, and you want to remember, so you return to it as much as possible...
Sleep only serves to keep me from the sunrise and the moon
as it makes its midnight reprise. From dusk to dawn I am driven
by my desire to see every sunset ... to wish upon every star ...
somehow finding solace in the knowing we share this same sky.
That will to live is the most powerful part of this poem, in my opinion. The desire to see every sunset, wish upon every star (my cliche alarm is turned off, don't worry), driving you... not wanting to waste a drop of your life and your experience. That taste for beauty is one of your best qualities, JM. Don't ever change that about yourself, ok?
I have found ways to tide me over till I can return to the blue ...
but the one view I cant substitute is the blued brilliance of you.
You went and made this a tribute. Haha... I know it's one long and descriptive tribute to the beauty of one person, which you've done before and do a lot (it doesn't get old, don't worry), the description of something so striking and beautiful that doesn't even come close. Geez, where are the women like you in Winnipeg? Where I can't find them, if anywhere...
Distance back to the blue: 945 miles
124,608 white lines in 945 miles.
(132 broken white line segments in a mile)
Estimated 20 billion stars in the sky
Psst... you're adorable...
Much love from your friend in the north,
Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world.
~Percy Bysshe Shelley