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Boston Mountains Morning Hunger |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
I woke up at 4AM on top of the covers And still in the clothes I had on last night When I let the images of her come back to mind Too early for the diner and too late to go back to sleep I decided a shower and a change the first order of the day so let the hot water run over me as I stood under it Hoping it would wash away part of the ache just behind My left shoulder blade When I had shaved and dressed, I rolled up my dirty clothes And walked them and my bag to the truck then went back to the room To make myself one of those single cup delights they pass off as coffee In most hotels these days The sun comes up later these mornings So I let the darkness and the early hour pull me back to the leather bound To find another of the notes Beth had written and I had saved Carefully lain between the pages and lines of my own journal entries My Dear, You know that when we first began, we were honest in the reality of The situation and made no promises beyond the love of words and ideas We share. You told me about your journal, I showed you a few of the things I had penned then you asked me who I was… and I did not know how to answer. Later you explained to me that the things shared were too familiar, and you Wanted to understand the connection that we seemed to have. Truth is We may never know in fact, but you intimated in your words you believe In past lives and connected souls. Granted, you said so between half laughs And somewhat cynical smile, but I saw in your eyes you thought it true. I can’t give you an answer to who I am to you, only who you are to me sanctuary Be Safe Love Beth I folded the paper up and let my eyes fall on the entry I had made before reading the note from her all those years ago: Page 12 Entry 42 She called me a poet after I let her read some of the entries That I had made in the journal about the Blue. I simply shook my head And told her I had no talent for words, just knew the river from having Spent so much time with her in a previous life; when I was young. I’ve read the words she puts to paper and know that there is no poet In these dusty bones to compare. Still, I was flattered and saw in her eyes A trace of something that made me suddenly feel bare to what’s inside. She’d played the flirt before, and unmoved, I remember telling her I didn’t want anything that wasn’t real. Still, I am moved…. and As we talked about life, I watched her relax and for a moment or two I think she felt safe enough to care. I would have wrapped her in my arms And held her, let her breathe, let her sleep and escape the dreams She told me haunted her. The demon that hunted a part of her soul Till she woke in cold sweats and shivering in a know All the past might devour the things she held so close. I do wonder at times if there is something to the whole Of reincarnated souls, for there are times I am betrayed by mine and the need it has to feel And what it finds in hers. I asked her who she was… And she laughed, but it gave her pause I think I know, she gives pause to much inside of me. I closed the pages and wound the thong around the journal As I glanced at the clock and decided the Diner would be open And that a cup of real would be in order Maybe steak and eggs, since dinner hadn’t come last night I was hungry for both something to fill the empty of my stomach and for her |
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bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
Posts 1631 |
~~adore~~ |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
thanks ma'am... glad you found something in my lunacy to like... your eyes and thoughts on these scribbles is always appreciated. |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
"I was hungry for both something to fill the empty of my stomach and for her" I feel the longing. |
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Amaryllis Senior Member
since 2010-05-20
Posts 1306Mi now |
Again.. very eloquent.. says so much, here.. ~Amaryllis |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Lady... many thank ma'am..for the eyes and continued read of my scribbling insanity.. both are appreciated.. greatly |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Amaryllis... you are exceedingly kind.. thank you.. |
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Klassy Lassy Member Elite
since 2005-06-28
Posts 2187Oregon |
...the poet allows a co-traveler in, and I am awed where paths cross and unspoken remembrances begin to take on the gemstone facets of thought and touch...some that hold the light forever. ~K |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Klassy.... thank you for the look inside my scribbles.. and for your kind words. I appreciate both.. |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows |
Very well done. Touching! |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
A "morning hunger" that might have a very positive influence on the new day ... insofar you realize the power of a deep bond such as the one you write so intensely about. Love it. Love, Margherita |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Icebox... I am honored sir.. thank you for wading through my scribbled notes and your kind words. |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Margherita Our hungers are always an influence are they not? (chuckling) Good or Bad, I suppose depends on what we do to sate them.. many thanks ma'am.. for the eyes and the kind words |
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Sunkissed Senior Member
since 2002-12-03
Posts 610 |
This poem is truly touching in many ways. It reminds me of times past. Definitely enjoyed the read. ~Sunkissed  |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Sunkissed... truly appreciate your eyes on my meager offerings here..and for sharing such kind words.. thank you ma'am... |
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