A 40 Year Continuum

A 40 Year Continuum

A Poem by j

Whispers drift and dissipate into a canopy

of the dreams of youth,

Two lives bound, still, by a diaphanous thread

           . . . tattered now

by time

   by tarnished illusions, protective barriers

 

Found again by some inimical twist of a shared

love of freezer beers and fritos; polar temperatures,

    rainy days, crusty bread and

    history long ago

 

And how perfectly she fits into his shoulder,

their fingers entwining as though they’d walked

to school

     only last Tuesday

 

How his eyes, known to her beyond the chill of

empty spaces and foreign borders,

reach

   into her quiet sadness and

                                  smile

 

And how time wobbled as

soft skin and surgical scars

     touched

        like echoes . . .  not earthquakes

And she understood their

    unspoken reserves

each and both, together and alone

shared and unfathomable

   across miles and millennia . . .

 

Yet. when winter’s first snowfall

skates across their separate windows,

    Far away, where only memories reside,

an errant spark flickers in his fireplace

and

  “sogni d’oro” he whispers to her

as she snugs deeper into her

           dreams.

© 2017 j


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'.. And how perfectly she fits into his shoulder, - their fingers entwining as though they’d walked to school - only last Tuesday .. '

There are so many heart-beats and ticking history in this wondrous writing, 'tis hard to distinguish between them in spite of the obvious passion and hard-to-forget memories and thoughts. That touch of Italian, those shared simple delights mid the flow of emotion - start to finish - is truly moving

Beautiful, dear you, beautiful.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

j

5 Years Ago

thank you for your heart, dear (((you))). it is nearly impossible not to have expectations in light.. read more



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...there is no denying your style...even the font bares whispers of your name, and the reading of each verse is like a freefall.

"And how perfectly she fits into his shoulder..." ...seulement vous, ma chere!

Love you, girl!

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

j

5 Years Ago

sweet sweetpea -- your words are finer than the work itself! "... and the reading of each verse is .. read more
a beautiful poem of love and lingering memories that seem to have re kindled

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

j

5 Years Ago

hi wordman! how kind of you to stop by and share your much-appreciated thoughts. thank you!
 wordman

5 Years Ago

it was my pleasure
'.. And how perfectly she fits into his shoulder, - their fingers entwining as though they’d walked to school - only last Tuesday .. '

There are so many heart-beats and ticking history in this wondrous writing, 'tis hard to distinguish between them in spite of the obvious passion and hard-to-forget memories and thoughts. That touch of Italian, those shared simple delights mid the flow of emotion - start to finish - is truly moving

Beautiful, dear you, beautiful.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

j

5 Years Ago

thank you for your heart, dear (((you))). it is nearly impossible not to have expectations in light.. read more
lovely....and these are are the dreams that make sleeping bearable and waking possible

d

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

j

5 Years Ago

thank you d :)
and here's the surface of it, all mournful and appropriate...poetry, art, polished; deep down there's this other thing

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

j

5 Years Ago

you know me so well it's scary. sure could nevvah put one over on y.o.u. i waited....and waited..... read more
Ed Hart

5 Years Ago

the two poems are the key to the dream

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Added on March 12, 2015
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Prescott, AZ



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If i had Do-overs …. i would spend my life making SPACES and PLACES that made me smile … and i would tell you it is first about LIGHT. then about character, ambiance, originality, SURPR.. more..

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