"My Own Melange..."

My own spice of a Dune.

The title contains reference to Frank Herbert's Dune - Spice Melange, used my own way.

I preface this moment with:  I always believed in the folk tales of King Arthur and yes - in Robin Hood, as well.

 

I've been to Britain -

working - not play.

Driven Dorset

and even M80 ways.

 

Wandered the landeds

and castle homes...

moors and crags

fields and warrens

markets and fairs

shoppes and pubs.

 

Viewed the dreams

stood on the quays -

watching the world pass

...and fade away.

 

I've met his Guinevere

and YOU were my maid Marian -

chuckling here.

Talked WITH Merlin,

seen the faerie play.

Hoped Druids would pause

and when they did -

but - well, some are other stories

ne'er to be told.

 

...Magyc is real...

and wishes abound

and dance within my soul.

 

I've "touched" so many's stars

and yet - they became my own as well -

"strange how perceptions and alonenesses

intertwine behind so many I's" -

even mine.

 

There's been tears

and laughter

and 1000 yard stares...

Tomorrows, and nevermores

and missings and cares.

 

I've held hands, and waited

as eyes and I's faded away...

lit candles to guide others

still on their ways.

 

Ever notice how few pause

and give good news to strangers? -

is mainly the bad of their days,

loss of their hope, broken dreams,

lost wishes, shattered lives...

people ALWAYS found me...

and I always "listened".

It leaks ya know...

across time and space -

being born old.

I know

night and daydreams

and all the -mares that ever were.

 

Some deal, some even lived...

 

My words ARE

our words...

personal and real

BECAUSE they are OURS.

"I touch without touching"

cause we ARE each other

behind our eyes and linked

beyond measure.

 

Sigh... and yes, I loved

and always will.

Is the measure of me

and what it's meant

to walk in my shoes -

and always will.

 

Chris

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, Chris...your words are definitely OUR words...
Your ending reminded me of Dylan..."I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes
and for just that one time I could be you---you'd know what a drag it is to see you.
Poets let us reflect on that...they show us ourselves in their words...and we decide...drag or not.
j.

[Chris]

Good morning again... up late or up early? - either is a plus for me. I didn't know Dylan's quote - but I feel the its draw! and readily understand its worth.

[carl]

Really nice piece of work. a place of remembrance for you and another with continuation of affection - a travel log of heartfelt reverie and melancholy - Seems this one found a place to reside in you - I like the blend of first person experience, historical reference and literary elements - fantastic line "strange how perceptions and alonenesses intertwine behind so many I's" I've never been to England (except with Three Dog Night) but that doesn't really count. Enjoyed the trip, thanks for taking me along. Thanks for the post-carl

[Chris]

Your pause and reflection touched me in ways that brought so much back into my mind. I thank you - is now a time I neededTHAT. Take care.

Chris

[emmajoygreen]

So often an unseen companion walks long side or in the shadow of a traveler, sharing the magic of tales from the long ago. Thus, sharing the wonder of being in a precious place at a special time with a beloved other. Those places you have mentioned are more than tales, more than imagination in all-seeing eyes and adventuring minds. But then seems..
all that leads to a gentle retrospective of self, emotions, ignorance denied, knowledge treasured: full awareness and the need of more than self, more that walking a solitary path because there is something that melds two into a firm touch of magical one.ness. Perhaps.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

tis could be taken as an actor reflecting on his career or an adult reflecting on his childhood. either way great poem

[Chris]

Reflections... from a mud puddle...