I always knew you existed.
All those years I created a lover
out of words, to fill the void;
That absence within my purpose.
-To have someone, something to do
with my hands besides write.
Someone to hold, long, in winter.
Someone to blend our sweats
of summer. To sheen against.
That bird, cutting across
the throne of the sun;
it was you, a reprieve
from all that was blinding me.
I thought to myself,
it’s her, not yet finding me.
But I knew, one day,
you’d fly to me.
I could never describe
what you looked like.
What attributes you had
as a vessel for your soul.
But I felt your hands,
though invisible, upon my own.
So I knew at least
that you had them.
One day, as wings,
to come find me.
No idea, the color of your eyes.
Yet I knew, how they should see me.
With curiosity, compulsion,
as orbs of an earth
I wanted to live within.
I knew you existed,
because of that plant
that lived nonchalant
in a clay pot, for years.
I watered it religiously.
Then came a flower,
I didn’t know what kind.
But it was beautiful,
and red.
I took it inside.
Now I stare at it
for inspiration, when I write.
This is how love is created.
So I was ready
when you arrived.
Notebooks upon notebooks…
I wrote you real, until you were.
What once had titles
now has a name.
Years, I wrote my dreams down,
my ideals.
And now I look at you,
and I know that I had slept better
than I ever hoped.
Because my dreams were epic.
Those nights, in heavy air,
during the creation of you;
faint lips upon my forehead,
subtle momentum stirring
though so far away,
your hopes were also searching
as you slept alone with your wishes.
Miles mean nothing
when dreams become
infinite wings.
-Slept with you,
like a single breeze
on a stale evening;
I didn’t know what caused it,
now I do. It was you soothing me
until reality told me to set down my pen.
No more fantasies, this.
This ache, in the shape of a woman,
now sated alongside me.
~~~
Dude you don’t have to write dark pieces, you’re a lover. The world needs far more light flowing through love than our darkness Halloween pieces. Tight one dude
I have a few dark pieces. But it isn’t something I like to dwell within too much. Yaknow? Creative writing to me is also a form of escapism. So I prefer not to escape to the darkness much. It’s therapeutic to write ourselves out of the glum. At least it seems to me anyway.
Thank you, again, for the support my man. I’m probably taking a break from posting material for a bit. But I will still sign in and catch up on some reading. I do enjoy good reads!
This is full of emotion and beautiful imagery.
As writers we get it. Totally get it. Our dreams are what encourage us to write. That extraordinary feeling of connection with something beyond our grasp. So we grab the pen and off we go with our words. Trying to convey what we feel in our own sense of style and tone. You never disappoint. Your writing is exceptional because you’re exceptional. You have mastered expression my love. This is a beauty.
With much love and respect
Adelphina
Well I respect your opinion!
You know that this is obviously to you, about you. If it’s any form of a love poem, or prose, you know that you are the star in it. Because you’re the brightest thing I’ve ever seen. Inspiration is so easy with you in my life. I’m blessed now. I have a focus to look towards. You!
And thank you, for being you. Although we have real life, it’s nice to be cozy here too!
If I ever find that special someone, I hope I can write something like this. Nice one, Styx.
Thank you Sir Tim.
As everyone probably knows (from DUP world) Del and I were not on that site looking for a personal connection like this. It just built itself and now here we are. Maybe that was the key, we were not looking. Sometimes when we least expect it… so they say.
I do think, though, that creative writing is a very good indicator of “like minds” understanding the processes and such. It can be a lonely hobby really. And timing, perhaps. The right place at the right time and all that!
I’m hoping that your successes become excessive soon! In all that you seek.
Thank you. 🙂
Beautifully penned, Mark. Love the title, this is an excellent write my friend. I can identify with that process, not always knowing where a write will lead sometimes not till the very end. I knew I wasn’t the only one. Appreciate you.
Damian
Man, I just get these little visions/ideas and it makes me want to write it out. Yet is obviously never complete until we begin the creative crafting. Then who knows! LOL
I think a lot of times it’s the mood that accompanies that brief vision, that guides the words. Yeah?
Also, who hasn’t written a love poem, or fifty, about finding love, and having it. Whether it’s a current reality or not, we all have been there I’m sure. It becomes sort of guide, too, because you’ve spent so much time thinking about it, that much of it can fall into place.
Thank you, Damian. I think I’m going to take a break from writing new material, because I’m neglecting my chore of getting my book together! Del is much more focused, obviously, than I am. LOL
Truly beautiful work, my friend.
I appreciate that, Thomas. I do try to make my writes worth the readers time. It’s how we connect here, through mutual appreciation for the craft of it all, and the understanding of a write well versed. I try!
Totally absorbing, the more I scrolled down. I found it intriguing to learn of how real you wrote her – how immersing that discovery felt from a reader’s point of view. We don’t always know where our muse will lead us, do we? But oh, how lovely the discovery we find!
So true. I liked the title when it came to me, so I needed a write to go with it! The ideas were pretty easy to come by, as well.
Many times I get motivated by things that I’ve recently read, and it sets the mood for me to write.
Thank you very much for the encouraging comment, Kelly.
Yes, that perfect lover, the soulmate. In my life she was dreamt of but never found. Like you, I have written about her and dreamt about her. I’ve tried to paint her image, even though I didn’t know what she looked like. Your poem perfectly describes how we feel about that special someone.
Well speaking from experience, when we are not looking is when it seems to happen! Our guard is down, our doubts even, etc. If someone finds us, and accepts us as is, then perhaps that is the way it should always begin. Nothing fancy, nothing prepared.
Thanks Sam, I appreciate your positive note!
A very brief incorporation… a warm poem… that’s all I needed.
it was an idea I had, so I figured I’d go for it and see what I could come up with. I guess like all of us do!
Thanks for the acknowledgement my man. I’m still kickin and good to see that you are too.