tiptoeing on the edges of love

on reading a review from Alfred Kukitz http://www.writerscafe.org/alkukitz

Before you,

 My love,

  Only knew

     Whispers ...

       Echoes of

         The past,

          That failed

            To meet

              My hesitant

                 Steps.

                             Tiptoeing

                               Around the

                                 Edges of life

                                   Afraid to

                                     Step back

   Into the puddle

     That had become

       The middle

          Of me.

  

Anger was the well in which I dipped my quill.

Then you

Entered.

Undramatic.

You had on

Hip waders.

And your

Lips were

Right there.

Sometimes

Quiet

Can be a

Life raft,

And passion,

Lift you above

The line

Of drowning.

My ink

No longer

Needs to roar.

Because you

Changed

Everything

I knew

About me,

And set

My heart,

And my pen

Free.

Author's Note

Thanks to Alfred Kukitz for the inspiration
http://www.writerscafe.org/alkukitz

Reviews

[barleygirl]

So many delightful aspects to your message here . . . plus, I can very much recognize the anger subsiding & the acceptance growing/showing in your writing, as the months go along. Love these:
"Into the puddle That had become The middle Of me."
"You had on Hip waders."
"My ink No longer Needs to roar."

I can't tell you how much it has expanded my ability to write (& just BE), once I grew beyond having an angry response to the earlier parts of my life, that's why I especially love this last line of yours I just quoted.

[Lyn Anderson]

Thank you so much. Yes, while I feel anger on occasion, it has mostly subsided. The softer turn in my writing reflects this change, and leaves a calm all over me.

[Alfred Kukitz]

You are on my wish list of people I'd like to meet.

Regards,
Al

[Lyn Anderson]

What a nice thing to say. Thank you.

[Ruth]

This eased the storm and gave a pause...the gentle acceptance...the overwhelming aura and energy...sigh...beautiful...

[Lyn Anderson]

Thank you. The calm when I am with him -- can be translated to paper.

[Einstein Noodle]

Ms. Krall makes jazz easy listening for everyone .. not just jazz people ;) your poem is beautiful ..makes me happy for the speaker ...love is a many splendored thing when it comes easy and natural ...after so many rocky rapids smooth waters bring much gratitude ...edges having been abraded ;))) top o' the mahrnin' to ya lassie!
E.

[Lyn Anderson]

Thank you. I was, and am, inspired.

[Einstein Noodle]

:) ........

[Alfred Kukitz]

KL

There are lines here one can easily embrace, feel them wrap my soul into a huge gift of thanks, thanks for your sweet talent, thanks for the credit.I sense a blossom growing out of your inkwell. Oh sweetness!

Regards,
Al

[Lyn Anderson]

I am glad you found it and stopped by. I often find gems inside the reviews of others that spur me to write -- I did this a lot with Frieda, who alas, has not been back here in a long time, and with Noel, who only visits infrequently now.

[Alfred Kukitz]

I know Frieda but oh so faintly.

[Papaya]

"Sometimes quiet can be a life raft".
I like this line. To me the quiet is the listening ear, just listening, and then the being together.
Just being. Nothing else. Just the being together. Lovely poem KL.

[Lyn Anderson]

Thank you very much.

[Pryde Foltz]

Just lovely to sit with this poem awhile. I do hope some of your ink wears off on me. Splendid time span this:)

[Lyn Anderson]

Thanks for stopping in. I feel blessed.

[V]

Reading this evokes such a lovely feeling of calm and peace in me, it reads like a relief, an effortless sigh of letting out one's turbulence and allowing oneself to feel love and harmony again. Shining write.

[Lyn Anderson]

Thank you so much. I owe Alfred Kukitz for the inspiration, and a farmboy I know for the feeling. :)

[V]

It's so nice when other people are able to inspire you. You're welcome. :)