the spaces in between

sometimes I can feel the muse even when she is not here

sometimes Im feeling a little less tattered

and torn 

than yesterdays dreams 

leaving me lying on the floor 

in a pool of my own heartbreak

I kiss less fragrant air

think back to once that was there

from the spaces in between

I see you there now

In the shadows

hope

you can feel my heart

in the days before

reach beyond with yearning

a lonely finger

touches thin air

brushes the leaves

from between the spaces

lay me down again

feel the warmth left before

let me touch the sun

silver be my memories

I want to close my eyes

sleep unbroken

kiss you again

if my lips could reach

the spaces in between

Reviews

[Thea]

The emotions were overflowing. Beautiful and provoking. I loved this one especially the last two lines. That really struck me. Great work, Aidz. :)

[Raven Starhawk]

I feel this one, friend. It closely fits to my own emotions and present state of mind.

[Ruth]

A gentle tone ~ washed over and through me, beautiful xx

[Rene Velez]

a bit toned down from your normal imagery, but I like it, a more reserved A. Aye?

[Barbara Walker]

This is a great poem describing yearning and memories. It's short but says a lot. It flows well and has a nice rhythm to it. I enjoyed reading it very much!

[Lily Mae]

I love those last three lines..it seals it well..x

[TL Boehm]

I want to close my eyes
sleep unbroken
kiss you again
if my lips could reach
the spaces in between

beautifully penned - that ache of 'almost' is palpable in this.

[KAOlmsted]

It's worse, I think, when you feel a shadow of the muse but your fingers can't quite curl around it than to not feel it at all...it's agonizing when there is a whisper of inspiration but the full on shout will not come...for me, I need the shout. Nicely penned, my friend. Good on ya ;-)

-kimmer

[Coyote Poetry]

Those damn in between places can feel like a million miles. I understand the poem. Hard to recreate bridges we have torn down. We need our muses. When they are gone. We learn loneliness. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry my friend.
Coyote

[Aidz]

its doing it again a gazzilon views