Poetry | Untitled (Wanting You)

It’s not quite time for Valentine’s Day, but…

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I am wanting you.
Let us move beyond
the child’s play of “like” or “love.”

I am wanting what my eyes can see
and my mind touches daily,
not your title or prestige.

It is vulgar this want of mine.
It makes no space
for the delicacies of dates
with wine by candlelight.

No, I am wanting you.
That is all.

#JusJoJan & #SoCS | Jan. 23rd: Half Not

Many thanks to Ritu from But I Smile Anyway for making me aware of Linda G Hill’s stream of consciousness writing challenge.

-Your prompt for #JusJoJan and Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “close eyes and point.” When you’re ready to write your post, open a book, a newspaper, or whatever is handy and close your eyes and point.-

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“…half not–“ I opened my eyes. My fingers gently touched the words in Mary Oliver’s poem “The Winter Wood Arrives.” What do I do with this? The words overwhelmed me yet released me. I feel half not, like some satisfying yet incomplete project. My life is filled with half not moments, things, and people.

I really should do something about this.

I started writing this blog, too, in a half not manner. I am half not dedicated and half not inspired to share my life. Still, I want to find ways to become whole and experience life wholly. Live in some place as a whole being, not halved, divided by countries, things, people, and feelings. I am wanting to bring my halves together to make one whole.

It is possible.

Recently, I realized just how deep my half not-ness roots are. Who knew they could get so far down? In love, in work, in self, just how willing am I to remain satisfied yet incomplete? I look at Oliver’s poem now because, although the use of half not is different, the meaning of the poem seems aligned with my sentiments.

She speaks of the struggle of steps and thoughts, the love that leaves yet never does, the practicality of what it means to live, and yet the need to burn away the things that no longer matter. Of course this is just my interpretation. I am not yet a poet.

Poetry | Nel Silenzio nel Cuore

Stamattina, nella tranquillità dell’alba,
mi sono svegliata.
Non potevo più ascoltare
la tua voce,
sentivo solo le gocce di pioggia
sulla finestra
ed il suono del mio respiro.

Le mie mani toccavano
lo spazio vuoto accanto a me.
Mi sono sentita l’euforia
di essere libera…
di essere senza di te…

Si trova la pace nel silenzio
del cuore.
Domani e dopodomani,
il mio mondo è ancora mio
di creare come desidero.

Comunque
Stamattina ti ricordavo.

——

This morning, in the quiet of dawn, I awoke. I could no longer hear your voice. I listened only to the raindrops against my window and the sound of my breathing.

My hands touched the empty space next to me. And I felt the euphoria of being free and being without you.

One finds peace in the heart’s silence. Tomorrow and the day after, my world is mine to create as I desire.

However, this morning I remembered you.

Poem: Today I long for…

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The quiet of an early morning long ago,

somewhere not too awake,

somewhere a little too cold,

found me dreaming of a faraway place.

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Poetry | And then…

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Is this what we do?

Try to remember moments

when mortality seemed mythical,

when walking gave way to dancing,

when story, ours, lacked history, and

when…, and when…, and when…

And then realize the futility of the process.

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#Poetry | The Door

The Old Blue Door

The door

Doesn’t everything begin a long time ago?

Someone somewhere opened a door.

Someone somewhere locked it.

Someone somewhere knocked loudly,

then softly,

and then no more.

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RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #109-Hope&Up

When Now

Trees will remember

our failures, centuries

passing like seconds.

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RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #108 Sizzle&Sleek

Yesterday and Today

I walked three miles

under a red umbrella,

shading summer’s heat.

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RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #107 Pie&Dust

Blueberry Pie

There are certain things

that remain storybook art.

I have yet to taste.

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