Open Poetry #48 |
From the Valley of my Longing (for Sea) |
Daddy Goose38 Member
since 2010-09-04
Posts 430obama's a rice paper tiger |
Active Imagination: And what she says today in fantasy is … … … It is physically impossible to be with all who love and miss you at the same time, But there may still be a way. One way I could be with you is by email. Another way is through a web page. I can give you. This might be a privilege, just for friends, but I trust you. Another might be with face time. But the best way I can be with you is through all the things you have collected that help you to remember me. One method or other will be either more or less technical. But the objects that help you remember me Make a connection with us that will never be severed. When you remember me, I am with you; and for as long as you remember me, I am always going to be with you. When you want to be held and loved, I am with you. When days get to be too much to bare, I am with you. When you want to feel taken care of, I am with you. No matter how far away we are No matter even if I die. Like being in a far away place you’ll never visit. And what of Time, or circumstance, or geography or Space? They aren’t all that important; As long as you can fantasize, As long as you imagine us, with you, together. No earthly force or circumstance is ever going to break your special connection with our family. Nor will you ever, ever leave us. And who knows? … … … |
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Victoria
since 2000-08-12
Posts 5869 |
Beautiful thoughts and words Jaime. I enjoyed reading your poem. Hope you have a nice day. ~Victoria I was adored once too. |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Fine writing with lots of feeling...James |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
You might wanna email this to her because she hasn't been here in 3 years sad thing of the way things are indeed... the way things have become I love her and this is a beautiful poem she knows I love her and always will forever but sadly what PIP has become is just too much to bear |
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