Listening

Listening

A Poem by willweb

 

 

Down the middle,

the center of who we are,

is a line drawn

between

our hearts

 

unbroken,

in permanent ink,

signed and sealed

by prior decisions

 

promises made,

allow us to see each other

in the distance,

silhouettes on a shore,

visible but,

unable to touch

 

a written boundary,

fenced off emotions,

barb wire dreams, internal detours

redirect our movements

on stretched GPS coordinates

 

fear marks this crossing,

thoughts of what if, who pays,

who sits alone in pain

casting shadows in the path, on this line

black and wet, still sticky

 

Yet, I will cross that line,

regardless of peril, pointed fingers

leftover doubts, or fresh ink

if you call my name

 

and I stand here waiting…listening

 

 

 

© 2014 willweb


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Oh Will, this is tremendous! I so loved this one, of my favourites from you for sure!

Posted 10 Years Ago


willweb

10 Years Ago

Thank you so very much Noodlebumble
visible but unable to touch. waiting....listening. Hope goes on. A wonderful write.

Posted 10 Years Ago


willweb

10 Years Ago

Thank you Tammy for your kindess. I appreciate you.
'..... and I stand here waiting…listening'...... beautiful poem ... enjoyed it !

Posted 10 Years Ago


willweb

10 Years Ago

Thank you so very much Himayun. I am so sorry for my late response.
Like this alot how even thought there are imaginary boundaries in is we still go beyond that great job

Posted 10 Years Ago


willweb

10 Years Ago

Thank you so much Poppy. Sorry I am late in responding, I must have missed this somehow. It won't ha.. read more
yuki

10 Years Ago

Haha its ok and your welcome
willweb

10 Years Ago

Sorry about that Yuki...I guess even coming in late I meesed it up.
I have never been very good with boundaries myself... Ha. Gets me into trouble at times, but I live authentic to the moment. There is a line in the anatomy of the heart, between the ventricles, and it carries the electrical currents to fire the muscle in the perfect rhythm. Without this boundary, there would be confusion and inefficient function of the pumping mechanism of the heart muscles. It is so with humans. We need a few boundaries so emotions and logic and dance in a functional balance of disconnected, cooperation.
I really enjoyed the poetry will.

Posted 10 Years Ago


willweb

10 Years Ago

Wow, thanks so much my friend. I really do appreciate your time and your kind words David. This was .. read more
Oh, I'm smiling, but I'm glad you said, if you call my name; my mind went to "stalker" HA - but then you end this so nicely. I thought is was beautiful and "When a Heart Breaks, it Don't Break Even." Love it - thanks.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Confuser

10 Years Ago

Yep. I have a wicked sense of humor. Maybe that will help me with writing. If you haven't read th.. read more
willweb

10 Years Ago

I am not familiar with "Breakeven".
Confuser

10 Years Ago

Oh, no, it has nothing to do with your poem other than the reference to the heart. I just heard it .. read more
It takes a heart that cares to be able to cross the line willingly to another despite possible trepidation on ones part. To ignore doubt or any other despondency is a character trait that is most prized in any individual. Nicely done.

Posted 10 Years Ago


willweb

10 Years Ago

Thanks so much. Some lines are harder to cross than others, but if open arms are waiting on the othe.. read more
This reminds me of those people who say they have done all they can if only the "you" had done something first, if you had done this I would have done that, knowing deep down inside if only "I" had done this you may have done that' but neither one did, and that kept you safe.

Posted 10 Years Ago


willweb

10 Years Ago

I suppose you are right. Doing would definitely show more than waiting. Thank you so much for readin.. read more
Listening and waiting. Sometimes that is all we can do. A wonderful write.

Posted 10 Years Ago


willweb

10 Years Ago

But as Corsett stated above, maybe it is not all we can do. Thank you so much KLGoode.
The underlying sadness pulls the reader through the authors perspective and it is palpable.

Posted 10 Years Ago


willweb

10 Years Ago

Thank you so very much Felioness for your nice omments today. I am thrilled you liked this one

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Hi, I am willweb. Maybe you remember me and maybe you don't. I have been writing here on and off for years. I pop in and write and read and comment and make friends and learn new things. I enjoy maki.. more..

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