Still Here

"You're only given a little spark of madness, and if you lose that, you're nothing. Note, from me to you... Don't ever lose that cause it keeps you alive" Robin Williams

Each evening

My feet find their way

Along the lake shore

Without me.

I am elsewhere

Climbing glaciers with you

In a dimension where I said, "yes."

If all things must exist,

Then I took your hand

And I am dancing in circles

Beside the fire

While you play sweet notes

Into the night air.

Along the lake,

I can almost believe

Almost find my way to you

Before the path ends,

Circling me back

To the beginning again

Where this walk must end

With myself,

Still here.

Reviews

[Perdition]

Madness is not something you lose, It’s something we gain, thinking we can climb I wonder, locked centering into winter and then falling, miles upon miles until of course you’re back inside, warm and snug and lost in lost dreams, all seem good as you leave yourself realizing that living in Chaos sometimes seems the greatest in magic that ever you may have. I wonder if you bubbled drank your it of way through the center of this one , or if this came like a wanderer thru no place not far nor near. Just a place close enough where you begin at the end seeing it for the first time as Mr. Elliot did in his four quartets. Did you notice the world was on fire? Did you even care? Did you sense your pulse walking beside you, two wantings as if one, or perhaps just the one lost in two invisibilities colliding in the hands of a wanted madness?
The muse of madness takes rarity of chance when everything inside of you says, “Put your shoes on, stay close and remember-You only begin to lose when you insist to gain, what may have never been there ever in all “….Just a few Random thoughts from the Notes of a Blind Man, reading beyond both page and margin as if for the very first time~

[Joli Dy]

We're all on fire here. I'm this moment only, snug in the end of the beginning and making my way across the battlefield I didn't order. Shoes and jacket at the door, grateful for a walk with the well-read blind madman.

[Perdition]

I disagree. As assuredly you knew I would, “Madame Pluie” when obviously the body has been previously removed and staged as if in this position of “Now” just as obviously as those shoes are NOT from Brazil. AH HA! EN GARDE!! Ah… Nice jacket though~

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

i have had many people say "no" to me. i wonder if they ever think of me - hope not. but reading this work, i can sense that there is almost a beauty in regret. in the romantic period, depression was not seen as something necessarily bad. today, we put a different label on it: a disease. but this seems to suggest that emotions are a sickness, not an essential feature of being alive. and so i watched the persona walking along the lake and felt a connection. while i feel sorry, there is also something important and strangely wonderful happening.

[Joli Dy]

You read so carefully and offer very thoughtful comments. You've brought a smile to me today. Thank you sincerely.

[Gee]

As we age our dreams, goals, wishes slowly fade away until all that is left is the stark reality of life which for many is the routine humdrum of the 9-5 working week then 2 days of cramming in living instead of existing.
I was never a dreamer as a kid wishing only to have and make more of my life than mum had managed, a single parent in a 3 bed house struggling to clothe and feed 7 kids.
Good morning

[Joli Dy]

And now? Do you dream now?

[Joli Dy]

I disagree with your assertion that dreams fade and we are left with stark reality. It is your job to dream, to continue to dream, to create dreams from it all. Perhaps your most important job. And if you were not thus employed, would you turn your hand to poetry? Can non-dreamers reach for a poem... Would they even try?
"We are the music-makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams" Willy Wonka

[Gee]

Do I dream now...no, just focus on giving my daughter the best start in life possible. At 63 years of age I live a happy and comfortable life

[emmajoygreen]

Thoughts take a being in walks that make his/her own way, gently searching, sometimes finding, often staying. The bliss is being in the same safe place and knowing how to take up a true and loving residency. Your search is worth so many tributes. Tis real.

[Joli Dy]

Thank you for your kind words.

[Pete]

we enter the world alone and exit it alone. nothing ventured, nothing gained even if only in our dreams. desire is a fire. mesmerizing.

[Joli Dy]

And so, too, is regret. Thank you very much for your review.

[Paul in the Buff]

My own bias might be clouding how I interpret this, but isn't that kind of the way art works?

Anyway... I feel very called out by this poem.

[Joli Dy]

Loss and regret are difficult sycophants to shake n'est-ce pas?

[Paul in the Buff]

Life is full of what ifs.

Sometimes they're difficult to ignore.

[Joli Dy]

Yeah, I'm living in a big what-if.

[Paul in the Buff]

I think we all are. We all have to make decisions in our lives, or gain knowledge after the fact and wonder what would have been if we chose differently, or knew differently.

I always tell people, we can ask what if, but we can't live with regrets. We do the best we can, and we make our choices in moments with the knowledge and emotions available to us in that moment. That's often the best we can do.