This is for all our words
that narrowly missed each other
For that moment we almost listened
And how you spoke of reality
and the quantity of things
you hoped to achieve
I believe you said
you were meant to be rich
and grew restless that I thought
we were
For at that moment we felt at odds
one thing being firm as wealth
the other too overblown with affection
You were looking out our window
for straight thinking
I was touching your face formed
in perfect profile
I imagined clearly
everything that was said.
Another dangerous weaver of memories soggy and dripping with genuine emotion and magic!
Another of those poems that read palms. Poems that capture moments, significant mind- and life- shifts one'd often wonder who'd remember with or for one. We are all, after all, simple individuals sojourning through life and relationships and seeking affinity and understanding. Not so much searching for a dreamy 'I am the One' as we are gathering as many 'You felt it too!'s as we can in our backpacks.
'This is for all our words
that narrowly missed each other
For that moment we almost listened...'
Ooh, great write, Phibby!
Your skill is amazing. These are genuine words and yet they are art. Funny how such a simple thing as expressing intimate feeling and thought could re-affirm; throw out a lasso to string up, hurl back in and return from swift flight, the similar existence of some of my own past musings, as it will for everyone.
Writing is a gift - a connection between writer and audience. Suffice to say you have bonded with us.
A prophetic write - much is implied here. When one seems to be more involved with the words exchanged than the other - I have often experienced this. Really great write. Thank you.
Light,
Siddartha
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