December 4, 2005
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still another really really rough draft....
you say you want eternal love and no romance, not trusting the heart, yet craving me forever.....
Where would you have
The rest of me go?
Match dot com? or Mexico?
The neighborhood bar?
Looking for the man
Who holds me
Soft and easy,
Through my dark nights,
Singing me far from origins.
He wines me and dines me
This man from Match,
And knows
My deepest soul
Is with another,
Though I do not speak.
And so he goes,
Waving goodby
Wishing me luck,
Hitching a ride
On the back of a truck
Out of town.
Beyond night's cold empty spaces
You are tall grass,
Concealing me from judges,
Sisters who stab maps
For yesterday
Into my back.
You are rain
Cooling fires,
Filling the well,
Drowning the snakes
Raking my face
With their tongues
Just before morning.
You meet me
Beyond the edges
Of the plains,
Feed me with flowers
Replacing bitter weeds
Eaten to become invisible
In the flames
I walked through
On my way to here.
All those times I've cried,
Falling tears
Hammering my songs
Of jubilation
Into flat tin cans,
Songs full of broken glass
Contained in small boxes
Of your design,
Packed for a long shelf life,
You do not hear,
Or know I'm short of air.
This space holds
All childhood dreams.
You seek elsewhere
And do not understand
Its full dimension,
Or you would open boxes,
Free the songs.
pearlbamboo
copyright e. p. hodges
Comments (5)
Simply well written despite it being a rough draft Auntie Laurie! You maintain your style of vivid, clarity in your description. I can feel, I think I do, the emotions running through my veins. I love "Beyond night's cold empty spaces..." stanza the most. It was amazingly written. I've missed your writing. It's good to see you back.
-Ashley-
is this true? is he waving goodbye for real? email me!
he's still here, jeri. still here, working inside his own defination of love, what he has at the moment available to him. it is more narrow than what i would wish for, but it is there, present, constantly offered, real. it just leaves a piece of me unfilled. i have no way to know where this will grow tomorrow, next month, next year. he uses always the word "forever," "i love you, i want you in my life forever," but does not trust romance to last through until forever. so now i live on the edge of trust and faith, accepted with all the flaws of my ungraceful humanity. tis good to be known, to have a safe place to land.
Wow, I had to read it three times. What to say. Well, of course it's very good. It was hard to read, to know your pain. But that's why it took three reads because you got so much in there. It took two reads to pick up the different levels of emotion. You are really good at that, appearing to be bright and breezy while whamming 'em in there. That was the third read, going back to pick up all the gems.
Awwww!!
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