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Repost for the Man written for, gone missing
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Repost for the Man written for, gone missing |
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1slick_lady Member Ascendant
since 2000-12-22
Posts 6088standing on a shadow's lace 
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Words words could never match my feelings for they do not express the true emotions even spoken inflection could not come close how do you describe heart beat or breath or loss of it try as I do to write it with a pen where the ink disappears trailing to another place in definition of flow and my own inability to understand how a heart can know fire but not be compromised ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Within drowning I found a liquid language in conversation and poured myself freely letters turned to words and it was there I lost my heart to a friendship held tenderly in constant where your air stirs me in it I breathe lifting me straight up and settles beneath my skin do I deserve this love no, but I know it within ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My Dearest Lord Byron, laying quietly in this loneliness holding the dark ends of the night I try to twist the raveled edges escaping before the light I tiptoe out wool shawl can not bay this bone cold for frost came quickly this year covering silver velvet rolled brown leaves and I hear my heart crackle under step crows in their black winter dress wear laughter tightly over my head do you remember the meadow doves the male has hopelessly gone missing and his white soul mate searches she cries against the wind inconsolably I feel as if I am under her feathers in tears of a song that knows no echo searching a meadow of my own truly when we parted I did not realize it may have been our last farewell had I only known this ending differently I would not have been so ladylike reserve liquidly throwing myself at your feet pouring out my heart’s true desire not laying quietly in this loneliness holding the dark ends of the night Forever, Liz ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Limbs I hate trees without leaves they shade our naked knots way past the gold in rings for thin limbs shutter in cold mostly skipped by untouched unprotected stark and bare now, numb, still and silent nothing to catch the kissing wind where we once danced I say, “fly, sing only to me” Oh, how I miss leaf music ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I Wear You could we be more than what we are the spaces between cracks on a sidewalk a shadow made in the play of long and short where light had been blocked by an object I shiver when I think of you walking in mine I should’ve could’ve waited, waited forever to place your hand to my lips, to my heart something exists and is always present more than outside lines traces of a silhouette bending to places no one else could touch cast from one forming a simple shade where time brought brilliant color and filled in the void with sunset hues to become something so beautiful I wear you like an invisible tattoo where the dye darkens this truth daily written so clearly upon my life and my heart ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I Feel You the wind has whispered you a thousand times above the barriers of space through branches it swiftly slips as some invisible liquid seeping across miles crawling over rock etching a timeless name it does not flow around me it travels through me to the edges of me completely and in its whispers I feel you I feel you ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Days I Wish To Share how close can far away be in an aching that can peel the sky shredding sunshine to clouds the clap of applause, a clause, because and days go missing once again the veil of night is a curtain that seems to close continuously stretching out the last long shadow of a lingering thought of you where whispers glisten on leaves that were kissed outside rain windows dancing on skin I didn’t touch there were such days in memory mountains that melted to sand grain and mundane became a marvel just beyond fingertips I miss in days I wish to share ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Breathless Volumes let me be the prose of your existence the letters of your lifetime conversation don’t let me be the stop of poetic verse let me be the story that knows no end how your ink flows through my veins write me, write me let me be your words I am a verb of choice with no punctuation my skin the tablet of flowing thought volumes have been written and I wait breathlessly for the next chapter ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I Know love without reason winter out of season a heart broken words left unspoken flight on broken wings promises with strings upside down inside out always feeling doubt keeping a lip stiff learned to live with if ridden with the pain holding tears between the rain hid fear in throat choke watched dreams rise in smoke held words when I should speak acted strong when I was weak pretended I did not bleed all in the name of need ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Center midnight a serenade of darkness sheer against bare skin and silence is in the sound of my heart closely clinging to a man with smoky hair as the summer’s heated air evaporates thickly around me a voice my soul recognizes says when I don’t recall asking tenderly the center word always ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You And Me you are poetry in the grass as wind swirls across it and I am merely the air between your breath "no darkness has ever been deep enough to extinguish my personal knowledge of love" Anne Rice |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
I thought "this is long ... will I have the patience to read through it" ... and then I was so captivated, that in the end I wished it was longer still. Simply awesome poems, dear Helen! They are universal. How fantastic that there was this man who inspired you to write like this ... he may be missed, but he is blessed, as he blessed you and therefore your readers too. Love, Margherita  |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Helen, I am sorry for your pain, but look at what you have done with it! Such exquisite beauty! I tiptoed every step with you, listening to your soul swelling and dipping with the grace of a ballerina. It was like listening to Chopin - each note so achingly significant. - Owl |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
I got this far: "do you remember the meadow doves the male has hopelessly gone missing and his white soul mate searches she cries against the wind inconsolably I feel as if I am under her feathers in tears of a song that knows no echo searching a meadow of my own truly when we parted I did not realize it may have been our last farewell had I only known this ending differently I would not have been so ladylike reserve liquidly throwing myself at your feet pouring out my heart’s true desire not laying quietly in this loneliness holding the dark ends of the night" before I lost my hold. Yes, that. I recognize the feel of it. I'll come back another time for the rest..  very beautiful job..."too bad ignorance isn't painful" |
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