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He said.
Let me ask you something,
If you don’t mind.
Lay my head on your shoulder
Wrap myself in your storm,
Where it’s safe
Where it’s warm.
Let me tell you something.
I promise it’s something real.
Let me tell you something,
Something about my self.
Something I’ve never told a soul
Not even myself
Out of fear
Out of the knowledge I wouldn’t be understood,
Known
Confirming my solitude
Confirming I’m alone.
I’m a middle aged, middle child
Born to middle class means,
In the middle of a country
That values extremes.
I don’t know what that means
If anything
In the greater scheme
If anything,
But I do know
I do believe
I’m happiest in my middle life,
That world I find between.
Between the absurdity of the waking world
And the lucid world of dreams
Where anything is possible
And nothing is what it seems.
There lies the creative world
Combining the two.
There I find that amazing world
That led me straight to you.
She said.
I’m from another place
just south and to the east
most all my days
spent barefoot
‘cept those
spent on my knees
‘cept those I walked
within the dark
searching for a light
would burn with me the brighter
of suns within the night
traded words
and followed maps
we made of yesterday
across the plains
o’er other sands
would lead me back this way
from middle to the north
south of everything
your road –
a gravel leading here
you chiseled every stone
were steps (to where I’m going)
a path to bring me home
He said.
So here we are.
A fortuitous interlude
Where life fades away
Concerns and fear allay
Dreams and visions hold sway.
An oasis
In the midst of this convoluted jungle.
Temperate winds
Beneath a sky so blue.
But it’s not like us to savor the moment
It’s not like us to let time slip by
Unexamined, unquestioned.
So we search the drifting clouds
For purpose,
For meaning.
But it’s up to us to provide that meaning,
Wouldn’t you agree?
Meaning is the gift we give
Purpose the reason we survive, we live?
She said.
There’s so much more
than this,
a life to spend
in search of bliss
as sighs held captive
to a kiss…
begin to give us answer.
There’s wings
with light their only truth,
days behind we hid the proof,
gave the best to wasted youth,
knew we’d come to nothing.
If only for a moment (now)
we’re in this place
as grace allowed,
will find our way to love (somehow),
much stronger for the journey.
She said, it’s no more
than a day
just close your eyes
and know the way
is open where we left before
the same we came
to follow…
close your eyes
reach out your hand
there’s much
that I don’t understand
but I’ll show you what I do
and then…
when we have passed
into the light
we’ll remember this
(redeeming night)
when truth bespoke
of wisdom’s plight
was here we lingered
out of sight
an oasis –
for the moment
He said.
You make me laugh
At myself
At the simplicity of it all.
Why did I make it so complicated?
When it was as plain and true and beautiful
As you
And this moment.
This moment.
So long I’ve wandered
So long I’ve searched
Desperate to find reason
To conquer why
To slay doubt
And all the while
It was here
In your arms.
The only truth
The only meaning,
The only reason,
To love and be loved.
No matter how briefly.
How deeply.
How lovely.
She said.
was not for you decided
I never asked
(how could I ask)
when was always mine
to give (to hold)
however brief
(eternity shall pass
and start all over)
was not for you decided
I never asked
(why would I ask).
Beautiful story telling, entwined within a conversation, dancing amidst dialogue!
Thank you so much! I am just grateful for the number who actually lasted through the reading……… Sometimes I need my subconscious to yell ‘shut up’…… 😀 Thank you. ~ Much love, Bobbie
very unique, enjoyed it, like a play, almost lifted in the dialogue to prose….
*whew* Thank you, Linda. I’m so glad you enjoyed it. Truly, I wasn’t sure at all about posting it. Thank you again. ~ My love, Bobbie
As i was reading your poem, i was taken back to the first time that i travelled to Missouri, as i passed through Pennsylvainia,the appalachian mountains, seeing all the indian names, seeing all the beauty of nature, passing through West Virginia, Ohio, and Indiana, where i stopped for a while, and then on through Illonois, and finally across the great Mississippi river into Missouri then passing down to the Ozarks..my heart and mind embraced every tree, every star, every raindrop, every tornado, every snowflake and loved the perfect freedom that i found…and in Missouri, my soul told me I was home. I remembered every landmark along the way, every hill and every tree and every river, and every meadow. But I was so at home along that road as I felt their spirits along the way beckoning me to come. A deja vu moment, perhaps, but I knew the way without a map as i had been there before in another time. Your poem brought that to life within me again. Rambling but that is what your words awoken inside of me! Very nice write, and such a wonderful conversation Bobbie!
Oh, Wendell. I love that. I have those too. In fact, I have a recurring dream of a house. If I were to find myself on the road nearby, I know I would recognize it. It would be home (as it is). A friend of mine commented once when we were talking that there was probably a house sitting somewhere empty waiting for me. And I acted surprised for she thought the house was empty in my dreams. “No, I live there.” Now, she just asks how my other house is fairing. I love your story, Wendell, and the sharing of that part of you. I feel closer to you already, and I am grateful for the other place my words returned to your thought. ~ Love you, Bobbie
Wonderful interplay of two points of view, coming together to one mind, one heart. Beautiful, Bobbie!
Thank you, Dee…….. Quite often, I find that I write as if a conversation is occurring within my thoughts (and surely it is, although how and why I can’t say). What I can say is that I am grateful and even moreso that you liked it. Thank you, dear friend. ~ Always, Bobbie
I would comment if I could…. I loved it.
xo
Paul
I am so very very glad, Paul. Thank you……… xo, Bobbie