Believe

Believe

A Poem by Confuser

Believe

I was an explorer, looking for love,
Searching for something, I didn’t understand,
A feeling of security, sanctity, to be desired and accepted,
When I turned around, there she stood.

She had shiny beads, sewn on her old jeans,
Soft lips, and a strong jaw,
Long dark hair dangling down to her waist.
A timeless sweet familiar grace surrounded her face.

She was raised in a small town near the Tennessee Mountains,
She is Southern wise and Southern free,
and the prettiest girl I’ve even seen,

When she rolled her bright blue eyes up to the sky,
And she laughed out loud,
I wanted to cry instead a only a mournful sigh,
I want to be deep inside her eyes,
To greet that feeling of happiness again.
Hold it tightly, and never say goodbye.

All around me,
I see and feel the unforeseen snow falling,
But all I do is gaze upon the long legged girl in front of me.
You should have seen her.
Did you see her?

On a sidewalk, in a small town, people are rushing here & fro
To be saved from the wetness of the snow and the icy cold winds blowing faster.
I found it funny, even strange, she doesn’t seem to notice them at all.
But she is staring directly at me, pulling me inside those ash eyes.
I don’t even know her name, but she is making me feel alive.

She just smiled and stood up, so tall,
Began to play her banjo, singing softly
A Cajun melody,
And I’m mesmerized.

Could this be the love, the haven, I’ve been searching for,
Or is this a mirage, a beautiful disguise?

She sang, in a whisper, soft and low.
Mister, do you believe in heaven and
can you show me which way to go?
I’ve been lost and longing,  
for a place in time,
When life was carefree,
No worries on my mind.

Mister, where have you been
Have you cast away your sins,
Do you have any faith at all
Will you be my friend?
The truth is just beyond the door,
And you will be forever free,
Do you have the special key?
When the time is right, you will see.

But at that moment I remembered,
 the granting of our wishes,
Like the true love we all desire,
Is not like a flowers bloom,
It does not stay with us,
It may burn like a blazing fire,
But will dissipate like the daylight,
And we may forget about the truth.

I began to remember her song about the key.
The door is unseen, hidden until
the key is presented.
It has been shaped by our history.
Even the most minute sway of our thoughts and choices
changes the chambers, like a safe.
Each is unique and when the watcher of our time, rings the bell
we can only hear,
Our key is ready and we will see the door and know,
Behind it lies the answer to everything we will ever need or desire.  

Some keys are shiny, like the beads on her jeans, twinkling,
from the streetlamps above.
But some are matted, worn and dull.

Her song is playing a changing melody.
She sings, Mister, look in the mirror and tell me what you see.

So I looked, but the reflection was in the mirror of my yesterdays.
Maybe all this is recognizable because I’ve opened that door before; maybe many times.
And the pains of my yesterdays,  
Reminded me of my youth.
And I feel that strange hollow empty feeling again,
But know I’ll be okay,
It’s as if she has always been with me.
I guess I’ve always been searching
For the right key, the melody,
For the one true love meant for me.

I hear the bells ringing and the door
magically appears,
but I know I must be courageous to enter and show no fear,
And in an instance I realize, to love, to truly love,
Is the scariest, most petrifying experience.  
That has been my quest.  
Just thinking of the loss of the ability to love is so inexplicably horrible.
But the door opens when we are ready, even if we don’t think we are
mature enough, lived and experienced a true gauge of sorrow and pain.

In a small amount of time, she has
picked me up like a phoenix out the ashes of my self-pity and pain.
I’m smiling, excited, grateful and hopeful as I insert the key and turn it.

There she stands in my doorway.
She begin to speak in that surly Cajun accent and said:
There’s a crack in the mountain,
And it is covered up with snow, but if I look
below it,
Great words of wisdom are written on the stones.

She said the words are forever changing.
Written exclusively for me,
an experience undertaken by many.  
And the words can be so sorrowful, people can go insane.
For the words tell a person who they really are.
It comes from the part of our spirit, our soul we hide,
Even from ourselves.

I trust her and she holds my hand and we walk toward
The mountain, through the icy gaps, footsteps behind us in the snow,
We reach the destination.
My hand lets go and I breath in the cold air and reach down.
The stone is feather light and easily finds my hand.

The words look scrambled, but then I clearly see
the ancient letters lining up for me.
Have faith.
A miracle is created when there is a righteous belief in anything at all.
You are the miracle.

And I knew,
It doesn’t have to be a religious belief,
It‘s simply love for everyone or someone, like her.
I believe, do you?























© 2014 Confuser


Author's Note

Confuser
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First of all I would like to say that there is not such a word "poetric" in English so it should be "poetic" which you corrected in your comment. The second is that your poem is so long that it is not easy to maintain the connection to the whole story.
As for as the poetic attrubutes are concerned your poem is vividly exposed in the simple manner that is apt in story form. It is very good that you related this story in simple diction but the description is so lovely that the readers feel at easy in the process it goes down with the so beautiful girl living in carefree nature being overwhelmed in love and life not thinking even the rainy and snowy season outside.
I really enjoyed the beauty and story to my heart.
Thanks for sharing so great a post!

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I simply have no words! Its brilliant, amazing and so very touching. I felt at peace once i finished reading it. I loved the way you put in the quest and struggle of a lifetime and the answer to all of your questions personified in the picture of the girl. Bravo Dale :)

Posted 9 Years Ago


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I can not say more than just the numbers 90/100 are you an artist aswell or you just paint with words...this is a master piece the word stroke is breath taking!! (Straight to library)

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Confuser

9 Years Ago

Wow, what a compliment. This is probably, the fourth thing I wrote - a long prose, thank you so muc.. read more
I was reminded the other day by a fellow writer here how styles at times can make an impression upon the reader. There are many tendencies really but the divisory line upon some is the clear preference for literary rules in order to create expression. A sequence of sorts, be it linear or any which way. Using all the rules given to the world of writing. As soon as I finished reading this an other poems I felt like asking "why does the writer feel that poetry expresses what she wants in the best way"? Wouldn't her style of writing be more suited to a story without the binds and constrictions of poetical form? The narrative is so strong and defined, there are characters around, there seems to be a timeline even , descriptions, accumulative punctuation and the story told is heartwarming when it is all said and done. The reflection of the mirror of the yesterdays ! Great moment that one... As you said "there is love" true oh, but there is so much more weaved through this writing.

Thankyou so much for having brought attention to your writing.

Thankyou

Posted 9 Years Ago


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It's truly magical. I loved the ending. The thought process behind this is very smooth and well thought.
Keep it up, well done.
Thank you for sharing...:)

Posted 9 Years Ago


You have created some beautiful language in this piece. It has a magical feel to it. The descriptions of the girl feel almost otherworldly. Love means vulnerability but the beauty you express outweighs the risks:

There She stands in my doorway.
She begin to speak in that Cajon accent and says
There’s a crack in the mountain,
And it is covered up with snow, but if I look
below it,
Great words of wisdom are written on the stones.
She said the words are forever changing.
Written exclusively for me.

A beautiful beautiful love story.


Posted 9 Years Ago


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Confuser

9 Years Ago

First, Thank you. Wrote this in one sitting and came up with whatever it is. Believe Cajon/should .. read more
Impulsively, I love these beads on the jeans, it reminds me of the beads that are prayers that means prayers in a foreign language and the genes-jeans paradox, (some people braid the beads,) the angels in blue jeans... Some peoples' bodies truly transcend us in a strange way; I'm not sure why that is, though I have my theories...

There's a lot more in here to analyze/review but it's really spiritually healing and contains a thousand grains of truth to be flirtatious like the debonair about it

Posted 9 Years Ago


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Confuser

9 Years Ago

You got it! That was in my mind - wrote this in one sitting rather quickly, Laura Lynn. I wanted pe.. read more
The flow of words created a feel of magic, enchantedness. Love is a journey, scary at times, yet so worth it in the end if it turns out right. Love can be scary, putting your faith in someone, allowing your heart to become so vulnerable, and letting someone else see what is inside you and your head. But if the key works, and the door opens, you may be just one step away from heaven... It was a magical piece, peaceful. It made me feel peace, the first time a poem has made my head stop thinking, and just delve into this piece of art. Magucal. Just truly, wonderfully, magical. Loved it xx

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Confuser

9 Years Ago

Thank you so much. But remember, what's written on your stone? I still am trying to get over your .. read more
1Disawsum

9 Years Ago

Right now? Belief. :) Belief that things get better. It may not be today, or tomorrow, but you just .. read more
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Jen
excellent imagery shown. this poem has questions with hidden answers.
liked these lines:-"She sang, in a whisper, soft and low.
Mister, do you believe in heaven?"
Your lines, not being rhyming ones, impressed me so much. Thank you. Keep it up!

Posted 9 Years Ago


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Confuser

9 Years Ago

Wow, thank you; more experienced writers, a couple said, the meters off/looked that up and it doesn'.. read more
Jen

9 Years Ago

You're most welcome
Confuser

9 Years Ago

.....................................Thanks.
you have managed to captivate me with this one.. I was lost in the enchantment of that journey for love.. of course you had me with the southern gal.. but kidding aside, it was absolutely beautiful.. the flow was majestic and beckoned the reader to continue on... love is scary... putting that faith in someone else.. taking that leap.. putting your heart back out there.. allowing that vulnerability to show.. exposing it to potentially more pain... but if that key does work, that door does open, heaven could be on the other side.. those melodies forever in your heart and those words above the door welcoming all to witness the bliss that has been found.. I thoroughly enjoyed this.. and easily adding to my library to come back and enjoy.. well done!

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Confuser

9 Years Ago

AprilRN1210 REALLY? And I mean REALLY? I got so angry yesterday am - reworking this - first to make .. read more
AprilRN1210

9 Years Ago

really what?.. I really couldn't see anything that I would change.. and yes.. I am an RN..
Confuser

9 Years Ago

Thank you...........................Let me read something you've written - let me really get wowed!!.. read more
An enchanting story. You have written it in such a way that the reader can't stop in between.
Tells a great tale of love and life.
This is a beautiful peice of writing. Would definitely go into my library. I read it 3 times :p
How much I wish to be able to write like this.
Outstanding! :).

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Tags: faith, adventure, remembering, love, regret, life, compassion

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Confuser

Manning, SC



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