Telephone (Connections)

There are certain bonds that conquer space and time. Happy Mother's Day, Ma.

days have no measure
and time is no competition...
affixed to the cusp of now & forever
i wait, avoiding a wistful reflection's pause
while i gather up your laughter in bundles
as not to forget, or displace even a giggle
i leap to every magnificent smile counted,
remembering how each hug felt like home
nestled in the expanse of your brown eyes
the space that divides us... bends
and on that thin connecting line of here/there
our heart strings intertwine, and we speak softly
like savvy children exchanging conversation
through strung together aluminum cans

-a son

Author's Note

Separation is not the death of connection. Though this is for my mother, I tried to approach it with a universal pen stroke. I hope it reads well... your honest thoughts are welcome.

Reviews

[Cassie]

You are always a superb writer

[Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)]

I'm glad a great writer thinks so.

[Einstein Noodle]

i like it ... especially the boyish reference to tin cans in closing ... i remember vividly my friends and i using just that devise. :) the theme of time, space and NOW always grab me ... being honest i will suggest using language that you normally use .. "whilst" doesn't seem to fit .. in my opinion. i hope you read this to your Ma ... i am sure it would delight her :) its a beautiful sentiment ... natural rhythm .. smooth read and emotive ... i think you succeed in presenting it as universally compatible.
E.

[Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)]

Good eye, friend... I actually tossed around that exact word several times. Initially, it was a device just to extend the line... without punctuation, I felt it ran a little quickly at that particular junction, and I wanted to slow it down a bit to keep the tone intact. It has been a pain, changed it to "whilst" just a few hours ago actually. lol

Unfortunately, I'm unable to literally read this to my mother... but, as the piece implies, I'm sure she heard me. Thanks for the visit, and keen eye!

[Einstein Noodle]

oh .. i'm sorry man! :( isn't that crazy you just changed it ... it is a very smooth read ;) i think in the previous line "....wistful reflection's pause" slows things down pretty good .. especially when you use pause right in the line ... it has that effect on me anyway ... my Ma died in 2005 .. we sure do miss them eh!?

[Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)]

No need to be sorry, friend... just means you have excellent poetic intuition. I just need to stick with my gut more. lol they are indeed missed, DEARLY.

[h d e rushin]

that's fruitful territory my friend. That collision, far more than intention I think. But this poem has the elements of, and feels true in a way.. And that is why poetry is first, rather than just the dance of intellect. Love makes poems more corporeal, memorable; like the quietness of a phone call or watching someone peel potatoes in their housecoat. You cant pretend the wonder of mothers no more than you can make believe their feelings aren't real......great poem...dana

[Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)]

Thank you, Dana... your thoughts are endearing, and your visit is greatly appreciated.

[Chris Shaw]

Beautifully expressed lines for Mother's day Travis. Memories are such a powerful thing. They connect us to our loved ones, some who may no longer be on this plane, some who are. Bonds of loving strength for our Mothers. Those memories can keep us going. My own mum in a nursing home, two hundred miles away. I can't visit her because of the virus at the present time, but I think of her every day and phone when I can. Yes, your poem has a universal feel, and I enjoyed it.

Chris

[Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)]

Thank you, Chris... your affirmation was helpful. You are correct as well, memories are powerful things. At the end of it, our memories are all we have to leave and give. I do hope this is lifted soon so that you may visit your mum. Love and light to you both.

[gabrielle]

Your way with words is sublime. When we build a strong relationship with someone, it’s like we are holding Ariadne’s thread. Nothing could break it.

[Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)]

Thank you, I can not be anymore humbled than i am right now. Yes, that is a wonderful comparison of the strength of bonds we can build with others.

[Davidgeo]

I like to think that memory is what gives the present meaning, and that it is something we all have to deal with in one way or another, at one stage or another. Universally it's more or less the same question for all of us. Unless you're a sociopath. Happy mother's day!

[Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)]

Thanks for you visit, and I agree.... memory does give the present meaning. As I age, I've become more careful of the memories I leave people with for that very reason. Happy Mother's Day.

[Davidgeo]

I prefer you without care for the memories you leave people. You are a unique writer. That's nearly impossible to find.

[Hayllie]

even when we loose someone we once loved to talk to, the connection of communication is still there. We still can talk to them everyday, anytime we want because they are always with us in every way. Thank you for this! It reminds me that though some of my favorite people are gone, I will still have someone to talk to in my heart

[Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)]

They indeed are always there for us to chat with... through sincere bonds, connections become unbreakable. Thank you for your visit and lovely review, it is much appreciated.

[Sami Khalil]

As there are bends in space-time, there are bonds in hearts'-chime. They go deeper than roots and higher than the stars. What a fitting tribute to mothers and their connections-contributions. Well written and well expressed sir Travis.

[Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)]

Thanks, friend... you visits are always motivating.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome sir Travis...