"I look into your eyes, searchingFor the words to soften the blow,But truth needs no adornment,And silence speaks louder than sorrow.With a breath, I step away,Feeling the space between us grow,A chasm filled with memories, With love that once was whole.Leaving is not an act of betrayal,But a recognition of the journey's end"
How this copied here isn't the best but Holy $&%!, this is beautiful.
It is strangley exactly how I feel about a situation I'm in right now, and hope that they won't turn on me for walking away.
“She said ‘look - I’m dancing’ then paused for a smile,” as was shared from a dream weeks later. Though what confirmed me was her smell, the lamps that brightened, and the glow outside traveling from the back yard, over the roof, and to the front door sending relatives running through the house. “Let’s turn the thermostat down,” were the oddest words from her husband’s mouth, as he returned from a nap, immediately. “That’s what I asked her,” said my uncle, after returning inside. How could she not grace those lips? Hers since they met. The display warmed my heart, though I still melted to the sofa for a month missing her.
As much as I know, yet still don’t know, of leaving the body, I will tell you it does not change the ache. Sometimes I cry for the living simply because time seeps between our fingers, holding tightly, till someone lets go. And I fear owning the moment no less than jumping from an airplane. I wonder if I last stare into ocean waves, or cry “Singing in the rain” from a French Quarter lamp post again. Every day, I’m still finding my soul.
Thank you for sharing such a beautiful heartfelt poem. ✨🕊️✨ I want to give you a hug 🤗 Sunday cheers. enjoy every moment ✨🤍🧚♀️🖤✨ and all the love this world brings. ✨💗✨
You’re so so welcome, and would welcome a hug from you 💕 Thank you for the bit of non fiction, it’s given me something to think about while I draw and wonder xx
Your poem, so beautifully written, lands such a difficult topic particularly while supporting my sweet familiar chihuahua’s surviving months. At one time I thought I would die, uncertain of recovery’s possibility. At any other moment, I feel eternal, and much the same in heart as in my 20s. I still want to dance all night, live against the ticking clock, jump into a public fountain or in a pool with my dress on during a party. I’m less problematic, or maybe just in a different way. The celebration in life is a part of my culture, and why my people often come into the world, marry, and exit with a jazz band procession. - If you ever come across it, there is a video called “The Living Need Light, The Dead Need Music” I viewed a few times in the De Young museum. I always need music, for the most glorious or damaged moments, more than I’ve ever sought light. Some days I’ve wondered if I’m actually living, if someone will step in and flip on the light switch, but all says I’m here, even those standing on the other side of the door. - Monday peace and cheers. ✨🖤🧚♀️🤍✨ (the non fiction is about my dearest grandmother, and she had some inherited skills ⭐️)
Thank you so so much for your kind words. Maybe you should jump in that pool, why not?!? I’ll check out that video for sure. What’s your favourite kind of music to dance to? I’ve not danced for far too long. Have a wonderful day wonderful one xxx
My music taste is widely eclectic. Best case, I’ll dance through an entire concert, or a friend will host an event. I go solo, almost always, and usually start the room swaying and shut down the floor - till someone calls the last repetition of closing time. Mostly, I shadow dance with the wall at home, or stand up on my bed. It’s fun! - a great way to exercise my demons. I can go from punk, to expressive-moody, to belly dance drum rhythm in one night. - Ages ago, I studied tap, jazz, and ballet, and though I’m not currently doing any stage, I dance as much as ever. That and swimming are my favorite forms of exercise. Both are an act of self love and self expression for me. - Find something, anything, and give it a go! Celebrate life! Wednesday cheers! ✨🧚♀️✨
If I can inspire you to venture into your city for dance and fun, then my work is done! 🙌 … I love the feeling after a good evening on a dance floor, so wonderful for the human spirit. Cheers! ✨🧚🏽♀️✨
"I look into your eyes, searchingFor the words to soften the blow,But truth needs no adornment,And silence speaks louder than sorrow.With a breath, I step away,Feeling the space between us grow,A chasm filled with memories, With love that once was whole.Leaving is not an act of betrayal,But a recognition of the journey's end"
How this copied here isn't the best but Holy $&%!, this is beautiful.
It is strangley exactly how I feel about a situation I'm in right now, and hope that they won't turn on me for walking away.
"I understand the grace of letting go." It took me a very long time to learn that one. So lovely how you wove it into this poem.
It took me a long time too. And I still don’t think I’ve managed it completely.
“She said ‘look - I’m dancing’ then paused for a smile,” as was shared from a dream weeks later. Though what confirmed me was her smell, the lamps that brightened, and the glow outside traveling from the back yard, over the roof, and to the front door sending relatives running through the house. “Let’s turn the thermostat down,” were the oddest words from her husband’s mouth, as he returned from a nap, immediately. “That’s what I asked her,” said my uncle, after returning inside. How could she not grace those lips? Hers since they met. The display warmed my heart, though I still melted to the sofa for a month missing her.
As much as I know, yet still don’t know, of leaving the body, I will tell you it does not change the ache. Sometimes I cry for the living simply because time seeps between our fingers, holding tightly, till someone lets go. And I fear owning the moment no less than jumping from an airplane. I wonder if I last stare into ocean waves, or cry “Singing in the rain” from a French Quarter lamp post again. Every day, I’m still finding my soul.
Thank you for sharing such a beautiful heartfelt poem. ✨🕊️✨ I want to give you a hug 🤗 Sunday cheers. enjoy every moment ✨🤍🧚♀️🖤✨ and all the love this world brings. ✨💗✨
(… oh, my reply is non-fiction)
You’re so so welcome, and would welcome a hug from you 💕 Thank you for the bit of non fiction, it’s given me something to think about while I draw and wonder xx
Your poem, so beautifully written, lands such a difficult topic particularly while supporting my sweet familiar chihuahua’s surviving months. At one time I thought I would die, uncertain of recovery’s possibility. At any other moment, I feel eternal, and much the same in heart as in my 20s. I still want to dance all night, live against the ticking clock, jump into a public fountain or in a pool with my dress on during a party. I’m less problematic, or maybe just in a different way. The celebration in life is a part of my culture, and why my people often come into the world, marry, and exit with a jazz band procession. - If you ever come across it, there is a video called “The Living Need Light, The Dead Need Music” I viewed a few times in the De Young museum. I always need music, for the most glorious or damaged moments, more than I’ve ever sought light. Some days I’ve wondered if I’m actually living, if someone will step in and flip on the light switch, but all says I’m here, even those standing on the other side of the door. - Monday peace and cheers. ✨🖤🧚♀️🤍✨ (the non fiction is about my dearest grandmother, and she had some inherited skills ⭐️)
Thank you so so much for your kind words. Maybe you should jump in that pool, why not?!? I’ll check out that video for sure. What’s your favourite kind of music to dance to? I’ve not danced for far too long. Have a wonderful day wonderful one xxx
My music taste is widely eclectic. Best case, I’ll dance through an entire concert, or a friend will host an event. I go solo, almost always, and usually start the room swaying and shut down the floor - till someone calls the last repetition of closing time. Mostly, I shadow dance with the wall at home, or stand up on my bed. It’s fun! - a great way to exercise my demons. I can go from punk, to expressive-moody, to belly dance drum rhythm in one night. - Ages ago, I studied tap, jazz, and ballet, and though I’m not currently doing any stage, I dance as much as ever. That and swimming are my favorite forms of exercise. Both are an act of self love and self expression for me. - Find something, anything, and give it a go! Celebrate life! Wednesday cheers! ✨🧚♀️✨
Gosh sounds like you like to boogie! I may have to venture to the city to find a good place to dance, local places are just awful and not safe.
I need to swim more, now that it’s getting warmer the sea isn’t too cold to take a dip into. Enjoy your day, I hope it’s full of magic xx
If I can inspire you to venture into your city for dance and fun, then my work is done! 🙌 … I love the feeling after a good evening on a dance floor, so wonderful for the human spirit. Cheers! ✨🧚🏽♀️✨
Thank you! Hope things work out for you xx