SHARING

It was about sharing

In those days punctuated with laughter

Sharing a promise and a pillow

Undoubting and bedwarm secure.

We shared a shadow

On moon painted nights

Walking through street lamp circles

And finding beauty even when it hid.

 

It was about sharing

Flying a kite from a rooftop,

Making love amongst native flowers

And picking grasses from your hair

Milkshakes with two straws

And Hagen Dazs with two spoons

Your eyes, starlit and secretive

On nights when we spoke with silence.

 

It was about sharing,

Walking in twos beneath an umbrella

Giving me the white side of the Oreo

My handkerchief, your tear.

Your clothes, my suitcase

The note and key on the end table

It was about sharing

Even when I repeated your goodbye.

Reviews

[emmajoy]

A beautifully threaded sadness, finely, simply, explicitly laid like a canvas of emotions. This really is a poem that reaches into my heart.

'Your eyes, starlit and secretive ~ On nights when we spoke with silence.'

[DrD]

Thanks Emma. I'm not around much these days but hope to be more active soon. I appreciate your comments and for taking the time to read my words.

[emmajoy]

No need to apologise or such, life exists.. take care of yourself in all your buzzyness :)

[J. J. Nightingale]

And then your world is cut in half
And you hope somewhere somehow
Someone remembers the sharing..

There are many separations in life
Of mind of body, and of soul
We draw a line.. God draws a line
I for one, never could recover..

Delicate .. real .. Lovely & sad ................. Jazz

[DrD]

I've been out of the country again for a few weeks, Jazz. Thanks for reading this and sending your kind words.

[J. J. Nightingale]

Welcome Home.... :)....xx

[David Scott]

It is about sharing is it not.
You have a way of writing poetry I just have to nod my head a and go along with... You write about the delicate truths of love very well David.
Good to read your poem today.
I hope you are well!

[DrD]

It's good to hear from you too, David. I'll try to stop in more often but it's not easy.

[David Scott]

Is everything ok?

[Horizon K.]

Somehow I knew this was going to end up being sad... They all are, these memories. Affecting... Like I have been softly swabbed in this story of love and loss...

[DrD]

I am always pleased when you stop by, Horizon. Thank you very much.