(w)
Present voices find dissonance
with the echoes that remain, but still they remain.
Because "Beauty..."
we both know,
"is it's own excuse for being."
And if Mahler could find it in the
dissonance of clashing notes and cowbells,
then surely
you and I can find it in the passage of time.
Because you and I,
well we studied Beauty thoroughly--
from a inward-outward perspective,
with magnifying glasses and finger-print dusting kits.
We named each of Its freckles,
tickled Its softspots.
Together we bathed in Its potholes.
No corner went untrekked,
no rock unskipped across the great lake of our imagination.
And I think of you, now,
as a chin raised to the sky,
as a pair of closed eyes and a wordless smile.
I think of you in the silhouettes of trees,
the child at play,
"the Lovers in the dark," oh Heath.
I think of you in all things.
(x)
I stop mid-sentence to make time for fear.
I fear not the future, nor past,
nor of what cars may be lurking off street corners.
Instead I only fear
that it will take me longer to pick a background color
for this poem than it took for me to decide whether or not
I could survive without you across the street from me.
The sky's shade is prime for suggesting contemplation.
The sun's appropriate for hinting at hope.
The Green of grass and trees speaks volumes on youth and vibrancy and bloom.
But, in the end,
I know,
I'll probably just pick
the color
of your eyes.
(y)
The Bible never mentioned the way trees bend when
Hearts collide.
It also never said much about the way dandelions change color, shape,
intensity, and value
when you're no longer there to watch me amuse
myself with their weedlessness.
I don't feel betrayed by the holes in the Bible.
I just think God left room
for minds like Emerson and Whitman and Tennyson and Blake and
well,
you
to teach people like, well,
me
how to breathe sky.
(z)
I laugh at you sometimes, when alone with thoughts.
As if I just caught wind of a joke you had whispered into the wind some days before.
And you were always the witty one.
Whereas my jokes usually ended with an awkward pause,
a darting of the eyes, and a vehement "What did she just say?!"
And Laughter, inevitably,
which is, I suppose, what jokes are for anyhow.
(And now insert here the letter that we found in the darkness but never told anyone about. The letter that showed us that what we thought was the Little Dipper was actually the Big Dipper in disguise. The one that blanketed us in warm sheets of rain all summer long. The one that showed us what it was to Trust, to Believe, to Maintain.
Insert here the letter that we could not pronounce the sound of because its sound is like that of Souls touching, like the sound of puddle jumping in the Atlantic Ocean without rain boots, like the sound of falling asleep on the couch with the tv still on. The letter that makes the sound of frustration when you cut your hair too short, or when we need to squirm inward like a ball just because we Loved that much. The letter that makes the sound of a smile, at night, on top of a hill, overlooking some cityscape. The sound of screaming into the sky. The sound of a path splitting. The sound of castles burning.
The sound of knowing,
still,
with all your heart.)
I will always Love you.
.x.
Goodnight & goodbye.
Author notes
"Moments lost and time remains.
I am so proud of what we were.
No pain remains, no feeling.
Eternity awaits."
Please tell me what you think
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The "insert here" part gave me a boner
Seriously.. That was amazing Jen
I just want to squeeze every thought you have right out of a ketchup bottle and onto a plate in Denny's.. Then read the words as they slide down the plate onto the streak free shine table top. -
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*squeal* Thankya, sir. Speaking of Denny's -- You. Me. One booth. One mission: To breathe brilliance from our tongues and smoke rings from our mouths while contemplating the definition of "it."
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You name the time and day, and I'll be there
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"And I think of you, now,
as a chin raised to the sky,
as a pair of closed eyes and a wordless smile.
I think of you in the silhouettes of trees"
Sighhh...Marc is right; this IS a masterwork. Elegant penning, Poet...serene, sorrowful, rejoicing at the Beauty you've found...Deeply moving...Ahhh, Neil would be most pleased to be found breathing within these incredible lines, I'm sure...Be well, Poet... 
Wanda
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Thank you for following Marc's arrows to my work. Glad you enjoyed! Thanks for the kind words.
jen.
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This is so damned beautiful that I was spell bound while reading it . . the language, the imagery, the emotional impact it has upon my inner person was incredible . . . I don't know what else to say, except I want and will read more of you in the near future . . . AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! A master work!
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Ahh, to receive such a compliment from a master at poetry--what an honor! So glad you've enjoyed. Also, I thank you for passing on my name to fellow poets -- again, an honor to be recognized.
jen.
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Beautiful, beautiful. I only wish I felt the same in view of what I have been left with in my relationship. Is it something about this time of year?
Barbie. Xx
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Must be the reunion of grass & sunlight.
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Always a pleasure. Barbie. Xx (There are better things waiting for the likes of us - just you wait and see.)
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