“Love. All beings and things natural
will find their favored space in the love’s light.”
My faith knows this to be true. My heart
“Every true breath she takes
sighs from my lungs. Our fires
burn from the same wood.”
When she enters my room
I trace her foot prints, memories --
another life -- leave trace
flavors upon my tongue. Words written
indelible upon my heart
echoed in every corpuscle. Nothing
is over that is not begun with the next
heart beat. I surrender.
She hums to herself what her imagination
says a song is. Feels the wind on her
cheek, the waves across her toes -- knows
every sound I ever uttered
sensed by the way it moves across her.
My fingers are filled with her
my pen dances with language
created in the space between us.
I find myself echoed,
often we produce the same words.
There is no peace. I can feel
her pounding on me,
fist after fist
in this rainfall
sobbing. Laughter
would be easier . . .
Every long good night
finds her hello blossoming
before my opening eyes.
9:15 PM
03/15/07
Alexandria HD, VA
Author notes
every one will relate to this poem differently. Obviously. This is to a love long gone but still living long after it should of been dust. It is the second in a series but the poem above helped me find it.
In a list
A contest entry
- Dust by Cannonsfire.
650 points, ended March 28, 2008, 16 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think, what it makes you feel, how you are moved.
Comments
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stunning and powerful words display such beauty and deep love. very captivating and kept me wanting to stay within your words.
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Love twines around us. Sprouts and springs as light from our heart. Thanks for finding so much to feast upon here. This is the second. It can be read with either at the beginning or the end. This is the heart. Glad you enjoyed my "Love Bares Its Heart."
Peace & Love,
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you are so quite welcome. I do so enjoy such tales of the heart. such beautiful and elegance always lies within.
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Bared your soul!
Sometimes it takes us years to learn a lesson. How to love. Your write left me feeling happy that your experience was not all bad, but led you to discover what REAL love is all about. It is like something I'm experiencing right now. You have such a gentle way of putting thins into perspective.
Shana
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I live by the credo that you can't tell anyone anything or ever win and arguement. How ones ideas are delivered in my case is deeply affected by knowing that.
I hope you will enjoy the entire arc of these three poems all under the list "Love Bares Its Heart."
Love, Tom B.
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Without emotions, love,hate, sadness,joy and a mixture of all those memories, would there be any real poets?
Such a beautiful tribute to love, and memories of...
for remnants always remain.
Blessings,
Sassy
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So true. We sometimes find ourselves swamped by memories when we are trying to row across the river.
Love, Tom B.
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To have loved and lost yet the memories will always remain in the shadows of our hearts...the feel, the taste, the knowing awakens within like a whisper to remind us it is still there and was once very much a live....I do love how you challenge the mind to ponder on your words and yet still fill me with such beauty niaish my Master Poet
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I am a fortunate man. I love and have loved many a beautiful woman. I ask myself, how is one not to love? I may not have a relationship with them of matrimonial quality but not all loves lead in that direction. With some, it is often best if they do not. But I don't forget. Nor do I expect anything in return. At this point in my life, I just benefit from the memory and the enchantments it allows me to spin in verse.
Love, Tom B.
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I'm not sure that anyone caught the stanza regarding, my fingers are filled with her, my pen dances with language created in the space between us. Perhaps I have misplaced my understanding, but it would appear that this portion is the crux of the write and almost the explanation of why the rest of the piece exists. Why do we write and what brings all of it together, why of course it is past love and further on down the road, resolution. I always enjoy reading you and do not always see the the things that other readers embrace. They are not wrong and I am not immuned to their experience. It's just that often the lines left unregarded explain so many things. RC
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The center of the poem is as you have seen. Love lives in us and celebrates the way we create communion of spirit between us. I am always fascinated with what each person draws from a piece I have written and how they make it theirs. I am honored when anyone makes my work part of their experience. This poem is part of an arc of three poems. This http://allpoetry.com/poem/4035671 *rose is the last of the arc and the one before this Post Script to an Unforgotten Love. Would love to hear your comments.
Peace & Light,
Tom B.
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Intimacy captivates in this poem
The words are familiar and strange since it can be a great or horrible love you pen.
Maybe the more horrible the more one's skin tingles with the memory;like feeling an eerie presence in the room.
Tecohe
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Perhaps, the presence is sought and remembered well. Still you caught nicely the call in the poem. Perhaps you would like to see the last in this trilogy.
http://allpoetry.com/poem/show/4035671
Last in trilogy.
Love, Tom B.
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I loved how the beginning of this piece showed the unity of the couple, but it was sorrowful that it seemed to dissipate, yet still being present. Such feelings are common when you're in love and it somehow prevails after everything has ended. Your details and imagination ran wild here, caressing the reader's eyes with the pleasures of being in love, as well as the tragedy of still loving after it's over. Thanks for sharing and good luck in the contest!
Love, Ari
P.S. I wasn't allowed to go to the hospital due to the fact that someone told her she might end up in a home (a caseworker) and she is now very aggressive. Otherwise, her health seems to be getting better. I wish that she could get well to the point that she didn't need to be dependent on others, for she hates receiving help.
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I hold you and your loved ones in my prayers.
Thanks for the kind thoughts and insights into my work. Here is the last in this series. http://allpoetry.com/poem/show/4035671
Love. Tom B.
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"I find myself echoed,
often we produce the same words.
There is no peace. I can feel
her pounding on me,
fist after fist
in this rainfall
sobbing. Laughter
would be easier . . ."
Beautiful. well said. another great poem in the bag baby. keep them coming poet! hope you know it
Creatress
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http://allpoetry.com/poem/show/4035671 last in this series. Thanks for enjoying this romp with memory and my state of mind.
Love, Tom B.
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lost love
Hello there. I think this is a sequel to the poem about lost love that you posted recently (was it yesterday?). That was a good read and this one is as well.
What makes this poem work so well is that it is full of closely-observed details. They give me a better picture of what is going on physically and emotionally.
Here is my favourite part of your compelling poem:
My fingers are filled with her
my pen dances with language
created in the space between us.
Kind regards,
BJ.
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Glad you find more with every step.
See http://allpoetry.com/poem/show/4035671
for last in this series.
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Excellent work again here Tom! Good rhythm and style of poetry. I can feel the words rushed up against me. You did good!
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Thanks. This is just a simple piece about waking up to how some loves are never gone, only quiet for awhile.
Peace,
Tom B.
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My brother poet, I am so glad you have allowed me the pleasure of reading you poems..when our soulmates leave us, they always leave an essence behind that triggers the memory of our past life..and will continue until our last breath is gone and we met again on the spiritual plane..it does not mean that we cannot love others, we can, but that soul feeling is still there and we never forget..Blessings and Walk Well on your path.
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It appears I have been around a long time. The people twined into my heart come to me in the night when their bodies are sleeping and saying, "You have found me again." It appears that Love, once written, cannot, will not be erased.
Love, Tom B.
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Masterpiece of Emotions & Smiles
Like the phoenix love is reborn, rising from the ashes of life to settle on our souls. This piece is very beautiful to me. I know the road and have traveled it many times.....excellent writing my Poet friend.......novy
You have amazed me once againQ
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Often we think that a love is over, we think we have lost it or it wasn't meant to be, instead, we find that love never left -- we just stopped listening. Awakened once again or able to hear where before we had been deaf, the love restates how it is part of our life. This is where I am at so far in this cycle. I feel there is a least one more poem in this arc.
Love, Tom B.
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A beautiful torch song... Wonders be what triggers these old memories, at least she remains on the sleepy side of the eyelids... less troublesome that way! Love it!
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In our heart of hearts, in the rich loam of our being, twined in an around the roots of who we be are the loves that have made us as much as we have danced with them. They never go away. They just move within us, every so often, largely enough to make us conscious of how much we are still a part of them.
Love, Tom B.
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Oh you penned of this so beautifully. Then again, you always do.
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Your faith is astounding
My desire to please, dysfunctional. This poem hopefully rises above psychology to express a truer reflection of the fact that love never dies.
Love Tom B.
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no words here...i am too lost in the moment. love, lane
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This is beyond beautiful, so tender and delicately described and maybe it is me alone but the line 'she hums to herself what her imagination says a song is' just grabs me and makes me smile. Thank you for such a piece, I think the dust may never settle on such fine words as these. Love, C
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Out of the ashes ... I don't know. Maybe somethings are never truly laid to rest, but instead take an hiatus, only to return, revitalized.
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