Growing Panes
I called myself lost and lingered to the edge.
Crashing and leaving behind
that which I deemed so dear.
I forgot that the window to your soul
opened from the outside and the latch was not locked.
So many who entered discovered what I found
a long and naive time ago-
the wisdom of a broken heart
so beautifully repaired.
Yet as undaunted as a parched flower
under a dew kissed tree
so strong is your desire,
so precious to all who happen by;
like me-
touched enough to stop and inquire,
lucky enough to find your notice
privileged enough to share your heart
ignorant enough to neglect such a gift
foolish enough to risk it slipping away.
I called myself fractured and curled up wounded
shattered, but never by your sweet reminders
that I was beautiful just as I am.
Oh! to believe despite the battery in between
the cuts local and always fresh
to this day never heal.
And I was ashamed that you saw them
amidst so many clear, clean faces;
for in time, all tire
of a daily, distraught view.
Now I call myself blessed and languish on the vision.
Learning to finally like
what, in this glass, I am beginning to see.
Every day, learning to thrive
despite these flaws I cannot hide.
Raise my window to smell the roses;
the fragrance- like your love
so sweet and pure
and free.
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Written May 5th, 2006
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Fascinating!!!
This is beautiful, Theresa, you haven't lost you touch. The absence has only fine tuned your poetic inspiration and you write as wonderfully as ever. The feelings, the flow, the emotions all are perfectly weaved into a poem of spelndor.
Hope you keep up the tempo and give us some thing to read at least now and then.
Love and blessings from India - Joel - -
Dear Theresa,
My IM's were unanswered, my emails to you were returned (have you changed your email address?), other of my favourites said thay hadn't heard from you for ages and neither had I although, once, I saw your name come up on the AP online list.
But you have always been on my favourites' list and therefore always in my thoughts.
Dare I hope that this poem heralds your return to the fold?
It is wonderful to see Tigeray among the "New by Favourites" poems and it has made my day. Please send me an email (even if it doesn't say anything) so that I can get your address and send you m,y weekend message? I've been sending them each week to the address I have but they all keep coming back.
Welcome home to AP and to my favourites group.
Applause for your poem.
Love and hugs, XXX Hugh.
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