Reachless

Reachless (by phone) - Keeping The Distance - Protecting My Heart

 

 

I close my eyes to the quiet falling,

spun in silken thought and memory’s trove,

and propel myself through starlight sprawling

over the hidden niche of this alcove.

 

I breathe in time and hold the moment still

leaning into that slope of silent space

and travel dimensions that flaunt and fill

and blossom behind the eyes of my face.

 

I wrap my mind around this universe

of electric plumes and super novas

diving deep into voiceless realms inverse

with sunburst perspective crowned coronas.

 

The wheel runs down into a peaceful hush;

and I walk a mile in memory’s shoes

to a time of joy, decadent and lush,

painted with brushstrokes of heavenly hues.

 

The syllables of your voice sweetly call

as the moon tilts on her silvery rim,

and the new year pledges nothing and all

as is her capricious impulse and whim.

 

I sink into silken layers of sleep,

rubbing my ribs against rippling streams

while you scatter the seeds of love so deep

that blossom within a garden of dreams.

 

Gowned in black silence, my body denies

all the caresses that haunt me within

as I dream your face, your smile, and your eyes;

and I am tongue-tied by this gilded sin.

 

The white page of dawn is a hymn of praise,

a poem written and blown to the wind;

and I pray that such seeds plant in my days

a love that never shall come to its end.

 

I pass through the keyhole of December

and open my eyes to January

where the heart, body, and soul remember

a lover that I never did marry.

 

I never imagined my heart’s rejoice

nor the butterflies that I feel inside

when I listen to the sound of his voice

but cannot answer for my wounded pride.

 

I unveiled my heart, but he did not hear.

He looked right at me, but he could not see.

Nothing has changed for me. I love him dear.

It will always be. It will always be.

 

 

Author's Note

“I figured I’d give you a call and tell you Happy New Year. I hope you had a good holiday, and I also kind of wanted to be one of the last voices you heard this year; and I may even call you back after New Year’s to be one of the first voices you’ll hear at the beginning of the year. Just wanted to let you know I was thinking about you though and wanted to tell you once again, ‘Happy New Year.’ Hopefully, I’ll talk to you soon. Bye.” ~ Transcript of Telephone Message from DWG, December 31, 2013, 11:00 p.m.

This is the only man that I have ever been in love with, the only man that I ever wanted to marry. We've been in and out of each other's lives since we were in high school together. Despite my love for him, I had to remove myself from his life, in order to protect my own heart. He still tries to call and has even moved closer to me, but I can't even allow myself to talk to him because I know that it would be my undoing. I love him so I set him free.

Reviews

[Mark]

I love the rhythmic flow of this poem, it carried me line to line effortlessly, allowing me to see, feel and understand.. to experience the time lapse in heartbreaking conflict…
‘when the unstoppable force meets the immovable object’… I really love this poem
Thank you for sharing.

[Dean]

Though I'm certain that you didn't have it in mind, in this poem, I sensed for a long time how much it identified with astral projection. I have been very interested in cultivating this gift, but so far have been unable to experience it directly; of course, however, this highly introspective work is extremely personal/ I understand that.
-Dean

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

In a way, you could be right; but no, that wasn't my intention. I too have been fascinated with the thought of astral projection but have never endeavored to pursue it. It is, however, an interesting idea that, if it can be accomplished, would be amazing.

[Dean]

Have read a good bit, including from some of those who have experienced it. Remains fascinating to me, particularly relating to some psychic experiences that I have had. But all this ignores your beautiful and passionate poem. The object of it is not wise to let you go.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

:-) Thank you, Dean.

[TL Boehm]

this is a lovely and bittersweet poem. For me the first and third stanzas just blew me away. It has a beautiful lilting, songlike quality to it - there are a plethora of poems about love and loss - but this one is a standout the way the words shimmer and breathe on the page.

[icelandicblue]

The celestial travel was beautiful. If I didn't have to read your words I could have closed my own eyes and felt some of the magic. And then that keyhole we both have written about comes into play and decisions based on cold reality are made and love, a love strong enough to let go in order to save it. It's a beautiful poem Linda and so very sad. You've paid the price and even in its wake your words echo and ache.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Thank you. Your words have a quiet magic all their own, as though a balm to heal the ache.

[Pax Analog]

Personal intimate love is a very strange evanescent experience. Transpersonal love flickers and stays according to the tilt of our integral intuition. Ideally, we can can mesh the high romantic, erotic edges, and transcendent insight into a sustainable One. Unfortunately, most people can't even consider the possibility, much less have the skills and art required.

Your poem is richly eloquent -- "I unveiled my heart, but he did not hear./He looked right at me, but he could not see./Nothing has changed for me. I love him dear./It will always be. It will always be."

Pisces so often is not understood on its own deep rich romantically spiritual terms. If someone cannot see you, they are asleep. You deserve much much better.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

OMG!!!! Is it you? Is it really you? I haven't seen you around in ages, and it is so great to hear your words again. I read that you had left for a while. It's so nice to see that you're back. I hope you're well and that the new year has been a blessed one thus far and will continue to be so.

[Mark]

You have a way, mush as did Keats and Dickenson, of wrapping the wretchedness of your heart in lovely verbiage, then tying it with a bow of silver victory, so that the blood and pain are not SO apparent, but nevertheless undeniable. I cnnot begin to imagine the sorrow you felt which moved you to discard this once-upon-a-lover, but the desolation HE must know cannot be hidden. (Whoops, cheek effusions shorting out keyboard, must terminate...)

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Well, hello, dear friend. It's so nice to see you again. :-) I have to admit that it wasn't sorrow that moved me away from him, it was self-preservation. I decided I'd rather be first best to me and be alone than be second-best and be with him. He simply had too much baggage, and I was secondary to absolutely everything. Love should never make you feel that way. Unfortunately, the sorrow settled in my bones after and has never left me.

[Mark]

No woman, as (dare I say it) beautiful as yourself, both without and from within, ought ever to have to take a back seat to ANYone, in ANYthing, EVER!

[MsJewel]

Bittersweet and sad and yet there is beauty in your words...They are as soft as a feather floating on a whisper. Absolutely beautiful. I could tell this was written from your heart.

With that said - I am a huge fan of rhyming poetry and one of the things I enjoyed most about your poem was that you didn't force the rhyme. It flowed beautifully and your ten syllable count is right on the money.

It's a pleasure to read your poetry. I'm looking forward to reading more.

:) Julie

[MAC]

wow...what an extremely passionate write. truly flows to perfection

[Revery]

This is poetry! The rhyme and meter are superb and the passion is woven throughout all the beautiful words. Very nice

[Dispersus]

the lines of torturous denial and protective acceptance are so easily blurred in matters of the heart...is the reward truly more painful than the magic in the pleasures denied?...you say the only man and I hear avoidance, self induced layers of grandiose adulation...even in this there is such remorse........

many times words are interpretive, this is not one of those times...I would offer this, your happiness is waiting for you as soon as you allow yourself to Love...a beautifully important write

thank you Linda

Peace,
R