wandering
roaming
wondering pondering plundering
lost and alone
faded and fallen
disowned unknown
yearning longing craving
not yet known
not yet found
gone but never had
absent barren nonexistent
wanting needing waiting
missing something
missing me
missing you
missing us
wanting needing waiting
seeking searching
the foggy roads
the crooked paths
the raging rivers
the mist the miles
by love’s grace
all led but one place
toward my fate
one look
and
i was found
one touch
and
i belonged
one kiss
and
i was home
roaming
wondering pondering plundering
lost and alone
faded and fallen
disowned unknown
yearning longing craving
not yet known
not yet found
gone but never had
absent barren nonexistent
wanting needing waiting
missing something
missing me
missing you
missing us
wanting needing waiting
seeking searching
the foggy roads
the crooked paths
the raging rivers
the mist the miles
by love’s grace
all led but one place
toward my fate
one look
and
i was found
one touch
and
i belonged
one kiss
and
i was home
13 comments:
I think that is the magic of love, the feeling of being transported to a place where you are content and are wanted, home!
You have such a wonderful way with words- such imagery. You always pick such wonderful images to go with your words.
Johnina :^A
This is also about the love of a place,a geographical location,where everything just feels very right.
In Counterpoint... part of a dark poem I wrote recently
(...)
A home dead silent in the dark
Where are my car keys
Winding roads in the night
Going way too fast
Sad music pulsating through
I wonder through my tears...
A tree beyond the curve
Will the car manage
This motor is a deadly drug
I can't but I should, useless life
(...)
When I read your poem tonight, it triggered something in my slipping mind, I should go back where I have always belonged... got nothing to lose, nothing to do anymore, even my photography ain't worth shit.
Dreams gone, constant tears but no fear, no fear at all except for my woman... If I were alone, I would floor it in the curve. No more wanting, waiting, searching.
At the end, peace.
The Photographer Who Came From The Cold
Désespoir, regrets, honte... Je n'arrive pas à dépeindre correctement, il faudrait cette autre langue, la seule qui soit véritablement mienne, qui le restera pour toujours. Un jour, peut-être, je te dirai.
... mais j'avais oublié, très chère Jenean, de te dire que ton poème était très touchant. J'aime la façon dont tu joues avec les mots. En demi-teintes, parfois avec violence. Un baiser, tu as raison, transforme une vie.
Roger
WOW Jeanen..this one is too beautiful! especially the ending..breath-taking..You know how to capture my senses darling..:)
greetings space lady - yes, and one always always known when one has, in fact, come home! when one is loved - there is no mistaking it - lovely to have you drop by!
thank you so much johnina - you know, sometimes the words choose the image and sometimes the image chooses the words - i very rarely have much to do with it at all! ;)
so true, trish - one can come "home" in many ways - and there is that unmistakable physical geography of "home" that is also unmistakeable - i feel that way about the southwest - and egypt [although i've never even visited there in this life] - and other geographical locations - but the feeling of "home" there nonetheless - and the feeling of "homesickness" when thinking of them, even!
and desert rose, how wonderful to have you drop by the campfire here - seems i've been away so very long of late - and i am humbled each time by your kind words! - hugs -
i am always so moved by your heartfelt words, roger - always - and they often, actually most times, leave me without words with which to respond - this is one of those times - your words are so beautiful - you already possess your own language - one that is truly yours - and words so beautiful do remain forever but i hope anyway that one day, you will tell me whatever it is - and you will, won't you?
thank you for your beautifully felt and said words here -
and it is true, just remember this, a kiss is never just a kiss...
I think I wandered with you on this one.. it was moving and alive and the calm at the end... amazing. xo
well, we like-minded women do wander together, don't we? and it's wonderful having you to wander along with me here, and there, dear friend!
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