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  • 10/01/2016
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Timmy's Journal - 48. Desire

Been aching for my man recently. I started this last night but put it aside. Lux's new book and his poem spurred me to finish it.
I've been wanting my husband a lot lately. I mean we're together, but I've been wanting more. I want him. I want to be close, want to talk and share things. Life and jobs get in the way so often. I miss Michael. Miss him as we walk, saying look at that or laughing at something a dog does, or sharing a coke. I think we need to get away, take some time just for us. Forget about work, and groceries and cleaning and just think about each other. Life has other plans though. I need surgery and I know he won't leave the city until that's looked after. Maybe we can go somewhere next year. In the meantime ...
 
I guess I will do the best I can. So, I write. This poem started life as an Italian Sonnet, it uses that form, that pattern, a-b-b-a a-b-b-a c-d-c-d-c-d, but it is not a sonnet. But it's what I needed.
 

I lay awake, your soft breathing—peaceful music

You’re still close but yet far away

Together, each of us dancing our own ballet

Yet our love is truly cosmic

 

My ache, want, and deep need of you is rhapsodic

Not alone yet a castaway

Take your soul into my heart, ne'er will I betray

My dreams of us are poetic

 

My hand, in yours is lost as we walk life’s long road

You are my rock and salvation, my life, my love

Our story we'll write, the future yet un-harrowed

You are home, being away I cannot think of

I am yours and you, mine, that none can erode

Each day new, like the olive branch brought by the dove

Thanks all of you who read my words, whatever form they come in.
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Parker Owens

There is so much in this poem to love, I fear I am only beginning. The very first line had me enthralled: your soft breathing - peaceful music. I feel harmony and love distilled in those five words. Your third line caught my breath, too: each of us dancing our own ballet... It's a perfect, elegant description of individuals caught up in the priorities of our encapsulated lives.

 


Your cry for more than life as a dance solo strikes a chord with me; in fact, it strikes a deep note in the sounding board of my soul. You use the word rhapsodic, and it really fits. And in the sestet, you use a kaleidoscope of images and phrases, each of which reflected a sonar-ping: you found me again and again. The word unharrowed was so evocative, and the image of newness with the olive-bearing dove brought sunshine to the window of my soul.

 


I wept at this poem, both for the yearning you express, and the joy you have been given. Thank you for this piece; it is a great gift.

Headstall

Tears, fast and furious, but no worries... they were for the beauty of the love that shone like sunshine. You are right to speak your wants, and what you share... this poem is about never taking it for granted, and doing what is necessary to protect and nurture..."Not alone yet a castaway"... a gem among a pile of jewels. I hope you read this to Michael... much love... Gary xoxo

Mikiesboy
On 10/02/2016 01:48 AM, Lux Apollo said:

I have been feeling like my partner and I have become somewhat detached lately too. It's difficult when life makes you have to work for things that used to come so easily. Nice piece.

I thought that when I read you poem, Lux. Which was wonderful, btw. You're right, but that's why sometimes we need to put each other first, us first. Thanks for reading this my friend. It's appreciated. xoxo

Mikiesboy
On 10/02/2016 01:59 AM, Valkyrie said:

This is very heartfelt and makes me ache, too. I'm sorry to hear you need surgery. I hope it's nothing too serious. I completely empathize, having just gone through it myself. Hopefully you will feel much better afterwards and can take a nice vacation with Michael. :hug::kiss:

Thanks Val. Not too serious but a long wait could make it more so, but hopefully it'll be okay. Glad you liked the poem.

 

hugs xoxxo

Mikiesboy
On 10/02/2016 03:05 AM, Parker Owens said:

There is so much in this poem to love, I fear I am only beginning. The very first line had me enthralled: your soft breathing - peaceful music. I feel harmony and love distilled in those five words. Your third line caught my breath, too: each of us dancing our own ballet... It's a perfect, elegant description of individuals caught up in the priorities of our encapsulated lives.

 

 

Your cry for more than life as a dance solo strikes a chord with me; in fact, it strikes a deep note in the sounding board of my soul. You use the word rhapsodic, and it really fits. And in the sestet, you use a kaleidoscope of images and phrases, each of which reflected a sonar-ping: you found me again and again. The word unharrowed was so evocative, and the image of newness with the olive-bearing dove brought sunshine to the window of my soul.

 

 

I wept at this poem, both for the yearning you express, and the joy you have been given. Thank you for this piece; it is a great gift.

Thank you Parker for a lovely review. I'm glad it worked. Sometimes what i feel for Michael, for life.. i feel like i if i tore away my outer coating, underneath would be ball of hot, blinding intense light, it burns within me so much.

 

xoxox thanks again.

Mikiesboy
On 10/02/2016 04:56 AM, Headstall said:

Tears, fast and furious, but no worries... they were for the beauty of the love that shone like sunshine. You are right to speak your wants, and what you share... this poem is about never taking it for granted, and doing what is necessary to protect and nurture..."Not alone yet a castaway"... a gem among a pile of jewels. I hope you read this to Michael... much love... Gary xoxo

Read it to Michael? Oh geez I don't know. He's not much into poetry, he's more of a 'I'll show you how i feel' guy. Sorry this made you cry, but I get it i think. Thanks Gary...

tim xoxxo

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Hey tim
You've expressed perfectly - in words and feelings - how mundane but necessary things in life can get in the way of living be it with the one you love or just doing what you love.
Suggestion, take a walk - with Michael, of course - by the lake as you did when you were saying goodbye to Ripley - I recall it did you both some good. It's quieter there now (at least, I've known it to be quieter this time of year) but remember to bundle up and no ice cream - too cold for that. :)
As always your way with words is amazing. Thanks for sharing with those of us not capable of such mastery.

Mikiesboy
On 10/02/2016 08:42 AM, Reader1810 said:

Hey tim

You've expressed perfectly - in words and feelings - how mundane but necessary things in life can get in the way of living be it with the one you love or just doing what you love.

Suggestion, take a walk - with Michael, of course - by the lake as you did when you were saying goodbye to Ripley - I recall it did you both some good. It's quieter there now (at least, I've known it to be quieter this time of year) but remember to bundle up and no ice cream - too cold for that. :)

As always your way with words is amazing. Thanks for sharing with those of us not capable of such mastery.

Thanks Reader! Great idea! What is it about water, just being near it, hearing is a great balm for the soul? Yeah too cold for ice cream and none for me anyway. Thanks for reading this and for your comments.. i appreciate all of your support

 

xoxo tim

Mikiesboy
On 10/02/2016 09:57 PM, dughlas said:

A softly gentle expression of the yearning for a nearness with the one you love despite the need to dance to life's tune.

My love to you and Micheal.

Thank you dugh! Though feelings haven't changed, it's weird to feel so far away when you're in the same house. Mike does go out of his way for me, picks me up from work when he can and things like that. I know he feels like I do .. we'll have Thanksgiving weekend to ourselves, well most of it anyway.

 

Thanks for reading and for your comments

 

xoxo

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