Why did we meet?
Does it matter?
We did,
That’s enough.
Where it leads
Is the mysterious glue
Holding this universe together.
Attraction was instant,
But kept under wraps.
Saturday night blues in Wan Chai,
The perfect backdrop.
All night had felt the charge
Catapulting between us,
Two Porsches idling at a red light
Remembering so well
The cab ride back from the Blues Joint,
Snaking up Garden road.
Hours of restraint
Dissolve into that kiss,
That voracious, supercharged, first kiss.
Knocked the hour glass on its side
Reality in suspension.
Alcohol reveals
What sobriety conceals,
Hunger and longing for that
Which has too long been denied,
Condensing into nectar,
Flowing rivers of adulation
And yet…
The cab let us off
On this side of the bridge
With heart and soul
At logical conclusions,
A path not chosen,
Mystery intact,
Speculative fodder for the lusty mill,
A door unopened
Copyright © Henri Ferguson 2004
Author notes
An event that occurred in another place, another time, another reality… So good to be able to flash back on past events and know that something meaningful transpired, even if it defies description. Knowing what’s right, and doing what’s right are often torn between conflicted desires, but when we do get them congruent, the memory is all that much sweeter. Sometimes the door is better left unopened.
I see our minds like a massive random access memory bank in a computer. In a heartbeat we can recall an event that profoundly affected us, and still be able to connect with the texture of that moment. To manifest this in poetic verse is even better. I thank the universe for giving me the tools to do this.
Written April 16th, 2004
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I understand what you mean about connecting with the texture of those moments from the past and yes, other existences. This line was brilliant...
Two Porsches idling at a red light
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When you truly love someone, so deeply that you can't even breathe when they are not around it shows how tightly we can be bound to each other, our spirits stuck together like a quiet elf poured concrete between us while we were sleeping making our loved ones forever connected to us.
I really enjoy how you bring that idea to the front, how love can be so powerful as to make the whens and wheres that two peoples first meeting took place obsolete, because in reality it doesn't matter where or when, only that they did meet and talk and eventually came to embrace one another.
You know when you meet that definitive person, the one you see yourself spending much of your time with in the present and future, because they always have this glow to them or even stranger, the relationship, in whatever manifestation it may take place in often is within oddly set boundaries, trascending mere logic for something eerily more spiritual and deep seeded into the realms of mystery.
Sometimes you don't even like the person when you meet them or at least hold them in a hesitant light, but then you realize that your bitterness is actually attraction and that this person who one moment ago was the fly buzzing around your head is now your blooming field of sunflowers, just waiting to be united with your unending rain of love.
Love is a tricky thing and that is how it has always been.
Excellent poem.
much love,
James
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Friggin brilliant, Henri as always...that hour glass on its side so captures that first kiss experience..time standing still etc....The way with which you recollect is just so disarmingly bittersweet and divine...
Sarah (rhiannon 11) -
I'm not going to have time to do your poem justice, so I just wanted to say I enjoyed it immensely and the imagery you conjure is truly magical - your talent for words, and especially this pulsating poetry is undeniable.
So happy to read a new one from you, sorry I haven't been around, too busy decluttering and putting my house for sale!
big smiles to you, amigo,
S -
very very nice. I enjoyed reading this piece. The imagery is wonderful and the word usage is brilliant. I love it, I really do.
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Life's mysteries. The memories just as strong today, as yesterday, it seems. Certainly the fine points remain strong in your mind, causing such a deep emotional feeling to surface. Causing that question to again come to the forefront.
I remember one such instance. I was 18...he was 24...a Dallas Police Officer, I felt him watching me even before I turned to see..he never dropped his gaze. We danced all night. Talked. This poem brought back that feeling. Bittersweet, but I wouldn't go back and change one bit of it. I still would not open that door any further than I did.
This is a very strong one, Henri.
Maddie -
Loved the poem and the comment. It is a blessing to be able to capture such a rich moment in words. You did it brilliantly.
Mark -
I felt this all the more as I recalled doors I have never opened... some long past, one very present, and yet, to open it would probably lead to regret. I agree, sometimes it is better to walk away from the door, and remember the mystery.
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Sometimes I ask myself - does anything matter? Then again I think I should ask - what exactly does matter? My conclusion is everything and every little moment that has to do with the sweetness of our being.
Thank you. I really enjoy reading you.
Regards, Maria -
one can almost imagine what it might have been like then, living in Hong Kong, H. strong writing.
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I am grateful that I can experience magical feelings vicariously as I have just done while reading your poem.
Gratias!
<3 Maureen
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Its these defining moments that make life so worthwhile...the breathtaking moments that leave us standing in disbelief at times...magical moments we can carry always...
Excellent write - love the messages conveyed within this Henri...
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this one had me captivated henri
those flashes of memory
wondering if the path we chose was the correct one
and then realizing that, of course, we did - and it was
as always, beautifully written. also appreciated your author comments. you have much wisdom to share
~liz -
Henri, I adore your retrospective poetry. The last stanza is a brilliant way to close this poem "logical conclusions, A path not chosen, Mystery intact, Speculative fodder for the lusty mill" Oh, the bitter sweet "what if's" of life. Lovely poem Henri - so glad you shared it with us. Thanks & take good care. Helen
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This is spectacular. You re-created this moment in such a way as to allow the reader to feel as though they were brushing right up against the people...or maybe, in fact, become the people...you describe. Kisses are most amazing, in my humble opinion. And yes, sometimes the door left unopened can be more magical than those we actually walk through.
UB
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Moving towards Knowing ...
Our small mysteries within the Divine Riddle. One Brilliant Day we will be connected within Light ... and all doors will be opened. Ah! what swirl of gyrating Recognition that shall be! PERFECTLY MATCHED.
Your poems combine reason and rhyme masterfully, Henri. Thank you.
Myra -
I can definately relate to this Henri. Awesome almost haunting write some doors close and we never really know why. Aww I guess we all love our mysteries.
Red -
Such a kiss, deserves such a poem!!! awesome Henri.. you did a fine job on this.. and sometimes it's good to look back in time and smile.. brings out the best in us
~GILL~xxx -
Great write. It's very well written, and I love the ending. Perfection is sweet, isn't it? Anyway, thanks for sharing. I enjoyed it. Keep it up.
~Miranda -
very impressive writing, and great choosing of words. I believe that the best poems we write are the ones based on past experiences, specially those that are so special to us... like i bet this one is to you. Even when I can't say that I identified with the poem entirely, I did felt the emotion you got to capture in each and every one of the words on it. Keep on the good work, and thanks a lot for sharing this with us all.
Peace, Enid.
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this is a very good write! great style and use of words! good rythem and flow. great job!!
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Well I suppose then the burning question is, what about all the times we don't open the door, but should have?
Alas...I have no magic mirror to direct me. Intuition seems to slide neck and neck with chemistry sometimes. I suppose if you can look back and see that leaving the door closed was the perfect decision, then all is well. But I would hate to look back one day and wish I HAD opened that door. Hindsight and regret dont always wear the same glasses.
Hugs Henri...this one made me ponder..
Mary ann
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Got to grab a sandwich.
beautiful blue on black
a mystery set to poem
i do not have the energy or courage
to wear it out
i do not have the funds
to chase down such
expensive sports cars
but thank you
for giving us a glimpse
into the lives of how the other half live
was it a can of worms
best left unopened?
or an Arab cab driver
who messed everything up?
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Wow...this was beautifully written...wow...I gotta check out more of your work when I get more time. Ahhh, gotta love those flashbacks of your greatest memories. Thanks for sharing your talent...keep up the awesome writing. Take it easy now. :-)
<3,
Alison -
Good write impressive as well keep it up and remember never EVER GIVE UP JUST KEEP IT UP IF U FALL GET BACK UP AND TRY HARDER AND GOD BLESS :-) IF U WOULD LIKE U COULD READ SOME OF MY POEMS AND TELL ME WHAT U THINK OK ITS YOUR CHOICE AND PLEASE IF U DO PLEASE TELL ME THE TRUTH ABOUT WHAT U THINK I DONT LIKE WHEN PEOPLE LIE ABOUT THE REVIEWS:-)
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