I have been so dis...connected lately,
like a feather in the eye of a hurricane --
nothing to anchor me;
no one to stop me from being blown about
in every direction...
save for the one in which I would choose to go.
And if I write about it...
then another part of someone will die.
But if I don't write about it...
then death will choose on its own:
a senseless, random repercussion.
And we are, after all,
but mere whispers in the wind;
here... without substance;
left to our own devices,
searching for simple solitude;
piercing the unknown
with aching silent screams,
blinded by the fact
that we can never be alone
we can never be with the one
for whom, ultimately,
we were meant to be.
Every time she hurts,
a part of me dies...
and there's not a damned thing
I can do about it,
but sit and wait and watch and hope;
and fume with furious anger;
flailing about helplessly,
yet all the while,
letting her know that I am here for her,
as I always have been;
and as I always will be...
bound to something more than perfect truth,
than I ever could have hoped for...
Knowing that she's the dream
that never came true ;
yet the hope that makes me carry on;
the breath that makes me live again...
like I never could have lived...
if I had never met her.
Copyright (c) 2005 Jeff Mason
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|Reviewed by OnepoetGem *the Poetic Rapper
|insightful super poetic piece Jeff|
|Reviewed by Vesna Vanessa
|I'm stunned by the sheer ethereal beauty of this piece..the connectedness of the twins flows beyond this dimension yet it's THIS sphere that needs it the most..
sigh...I truly know what you're saying here kiddo..truly know!
The only consolation is that in ones dreams one merges with THAT perfect One ..alas waking hours seem to be barren of the ecstasy..yet to survive this dimension is to accept the exhilirating moments together with the most terrifying..that of SEEMING separation.
CHIN UP! IT AIN'T OVER TILL IT'S OVER!!!
saved this one..
|Reviewed by George Carroll
|Strong emotions captured in this wonderful write.|
|Reviewed by Kate Burnside
|You touch something so deep here, Jeff... when we love unconditionally, the subject of our love becomes a stronger life force, almost, than our own... but the painful thing is that we can never absorb them into us or BE them, at one with them. That hurts sometimes. Ultimately we ARE sovereign spiritual beings and we travel alone, however close we feel to another special person. Painful, too, when the balance of love is not quite matched, such that one loves unequally. Yet the beauty if that just the act of loving keeps us living, hoping, ongoing and therefore enriched human beings... loving is never wasted. TY for another priceless poem - and I was blown away by your adaptation of mine today; it decks me completely if people are truly touched by my work and your enhancements were an amazing extension to my own thoughts and inspiration. Thank you for doing it such justice. Kate x|
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Oh Jeff I can sooooooooo relate to this my friend...and I can feel the emotions you are going through....be strong and hey I know you can do it...remember what I told you waaaaaaaaaay back when you told us when you were a baby?????
You are a powerful strong man that will make the best of a bad situation!!
Warm Love Tinka
|Reviewed by jude forese
|many conflicting emotions brought into perspective in this relfective and insightfully penned poem ...|
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Jeff your excellent poem describes a catch 22!
A painful position to be in. Beautifully said!