Your's And Mine

What lies behind us and what lies ahead of us are tiny matters compared to what lives within us. - Ralph Waldo Emerson

whisper surrendered truth and i'll raise the white flag of lies

hugging the barren breach straight as the unfettered crow flies

utter your fervent supplication and i'll pray the reality of mine

embracing each other everlastingly whilst waiting in life's quixotic line

sing me your song of desire and i'll croon the remnant's of a forgotten time

waiting for the foundation to dry in an an endearing, pastoral shrine

gesture me a twinkling sign and i'll wink you one back

as we practice unplumbed living 'til we finally get the knack

save me from the storm and i'll usher you the sun

as we tread the rising water and grow vines entwined as one

twirl me the breeze and i'll dance you the wind

never forsaking the harvest as the once abundant crop is thinned

blow me a kiss and i'll catch it for sure

as we step out of the doubting boat and head for the trusted shore

whistle me of happiness and i'll trumpet you of pain

as we run and take cover from a gauntlet of invading rain

raise the velvet curtain and act out the minstrel's tragic, enigmatic play

clinging steadfast to faith and bending black and white to grey

turn the pages of the good book and i'll convince you to stay

help me to carry the heavy night and i'll bear the burden of the day

as angels gather nearby and the sea crashes its unmistakable spray

gallantly looking back over leaden shoulders

as we find our lost way

Author's Note

"To be a philosopher is not merely to have subtle thoughts, nor even to found a school, but so to love wisdom as to live according to its dictates, a life of simplicity, independence, magnanimity and trust." - Thoreau

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Wow. This was simply fantastic. I enjoyed reading it. It's quite a loaded piece of work with much to consider and digest. Oh, and incidentally, you've misattributed your opening quotation. Emerson said that, not Thoreau. But they were good friends and I'm certain both are beyond caring by this point. I love the transcendentalists. Great work.

[Re-Pete]

thanks for sharing. i identify very strongly with the transcendentalists. i will change the credit of the quote - not everything can be trusted on the internet. yes, emerson and thoreau were close friends. my understanding is that emerson owned a parcel of land at walden pond and let thoreau use it as a place to reflect and write. i used to live in a town next to concord ma. i've been in emerson''s mansion which has been preserved overlooking the concord river and the old north bridge where minutemen engaged the british and where paul revere rode out to in order to warn the people. i have swum in walden and hiked its woods many times. i have also stood at thoreau's gravesite. thoreau's birth name was david henry and he preferred henry david instead. thoreau worked with his father making pencils. he refused to pay the fee for his harvard diploma. he also refused to pay his poll tax and spent a night in jail - an experience that fueled his write - 'civil disobedience'. he adored nature and is credited with many discoveries. an amazing man for sure. i have not forgotten you telling me that you read 'Walden' to your ailing mother in the hospital. you couldn't have picked a better book - my personal favorite of all time ... :)

[Cherrie]

This poem is so many things: sojourners huddling together. Lover's in need of hope, and the promise of tomorrow.

[Re-Pete]

yes all of that and more. we go through so much for love. thanks so much for sharing cherrie. happy holidays ... :)

[Cherrie]

Thank you Pete Merry Christmas my friend.

[LJW]

save me from the storm and i'll usher you the sun

as we tread the rising water and grow vines entwined as one

This came upon me as a couple leaving society as we know it for isolation and a new beginning in a new world. One of their choosing and their making.
Very moving piece.

[Re-Pete]

you're spot on in your observations. appreciate the kind review. thank you ljw ... :)

[LJW]

Go off grid and grow your own food.
This kind of life is possible. 🙂

[Re-Pete]

i lived on a dirt road in a house on a hill set way back from that road surrounded by 150 acres of protected woodlands. i would grow my own vegetables in the summer. deer, turkeys, groundhogs and owls were my neighbors. one time a red fox visited in the middle of winter and took a nap in the midday sun at the base of a tall pine tree in my back yard. that is the life for me ... :)

[LJW]

Me as well. :-)

[Chris Shaw]

Your poetic expression in these lines Pete is awesome. Some great phrasing. This has to be one of your top writes in my opinion. Loved the read.

Chris

[Re-Pete]

thank you for the encouraging words chris. as i'm sure you well know, poetic inspiration oftentimes comes unexpectedly so we run with it and see where it takes us ... :)

[Amber Stone]

just epic! (for i find no more words)
sincerely, Amber

[Re-Pete]

thank you dearest amber ... :)

[Fran Marie]

save me from the storm and i'll usher you the sun
as we tread the rising water and grow vines entwined as one

There's so many great lines within
the entire poem speaks of love
two lovers equally yoked with practice
becoming one..wonderfully written
in rhythm and rhyme ;Pete

much enjoyed ..

[lessa (kenzie)]

I enjoyed this write, It is quite lovely

[Re-Pete]

kind of you to say. thanks ... :)

[lessa (kenzie)]

not a problem

[no tell writer]

clinging steadfast to faith and bending black and white to grey
turn the pages of the good book and i'll convince you to stay
help me to carry the heavy night and i'll bear the burden of the day

Awesome words here, this whole write is amazing, love this

[Re-Pete]

thanks for the kind words about my words ... :)

[no tell writer]

not a problem.

[Zoe Richardson]

"Twirl me a breeze and I'll dance you the wind..." I love this! This poem is so evocative and tender. It paints a picture of an envious life.

[Re-Pete]

thank you for sharing thoughts ... :)

[barleygirl]

Love your inventive writing. This one seems to start out with some tension, a slight ill-fit between the two, some friction as possibly a new pairing finds resonate grooves. Then your poem goes on to a fuller & fuller version of this pairing as possibly the spell of love & wavy gravy adds needed lubrication to all their gyrations (((HUGS)))

[Re-Pete]

i like that analogy of friction finding a groove. the gist being that true love always finds a way now doesn't it - no giving up. great thoughts ... :)