Poetry Thursday
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This is a poem I wrote years ago. It's about a deep yearning for something/someone that is so close within reach but there are barriers, obstacles precluding the relationship from being. It's about patience in regards to the grander scheme of things and what always seems to be perfect timing upon reflection but when in the midst of it, feels messy and painful. It is a lesson I am learning still, years later with this present journey I am on.
I know the prompt for Poetry Thursday was to gather bits of conversations I listened to while I was out and about but in all honesty, I didn't get out much this week. I stayed in my studio creating art and nurturing friendships. So, I have no juicy gossip or clever haiku's...just an old poem about time.
Father Time
On one side of the door,
you stand
On the other side of the door,
I stand
I feel your presence
and you feel mine
Our hands, one on each side,
touch the barrier
between us
We watch
as our hand strokes down
slowly
imagining the other’s skin
Our foreheads lie
against the barrier
between us
Our own breath,
mists our face
like dew
Our torn souls cannot
speak
Our tired ears cannot
listen
We close our eyes,
feeling heaviness
Warm tears fall
on familiar ground
When can we reach
passed this barrier and touch
one another again?
Who holds the key,
to the locked door
between us?
Who holds the key
to the other side?
Father Time.
~ Denise, 1998
posted by boho girl at 7.6.06
15 Comments:
To begin with, I've missed you dearly. I have a ton of catching up to do!
I relate to that poem, especially when I think of my marriage to beautiful Ray. I so much know about that yearning to be with him, that slow, pulsing ache.
Beautiful poem, beautiful you.
Oh, and that photo is AMAZING. I love the colors...
Beautiful evocative poem! So full of longing and frustration - timeless sentiments, really! (no pun intended). :)
Beautiful words.
This is becoming my little space of calm in the Land of Blogs... where I can breathe out....
wow
poignant, emotive and very real...
so gentle, so beautiful... so very you ~ this poem speaks to my heart today x
The longing in this just stops me. In the moment it's always so painful and difficult to remember that time moves forward and everything changes.
time really is the healer of all wounds, and the hardest thing to accept sometimes. this truth is so beautifully put.
~mindy
The photo was gorgeous--simple and stunning...not unlike the poem you shared. "Our hands, one on each side/touch the barrier/between us./We watch/as our hand strokes down/slowly/imagining the other's skin" These lines are radiant to me...
The emotions here are so potent, oozing out of the words you chose. I love it, it strikes at so many tender places of wishing and holding that I possess.
beauty in your words,
in your pictures,
in your sentiments.
:)
I miss my sister...
I am on one side of the door and you are on the other.
I'm going to have some words with Father Time.
I miss my sister...
Phone calls and emails don't allow me to see your beautiful smile and hear your contagious laugh.
I miss my sister 100x100
loving the photo and the poem
always...Dar
i read this yesterday. and am reading it again today. beautiful my friend.
i keep thinking about the image of "who holds the key?"
light and peace to you my dear...
Photo and words a perfect compliment. This is wonderful!
a.
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