I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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2 November 2013

Somonka Challenge 2

A collaboration with Walt Wojtanik 
for the Poetic Asides Somonka Challenge

I imagine you
walking around in daylight
while I am sleeping.
In separate hemispheres,
we can't even share the moon.

Yet, the moon inspires. 
Worlds away, playing on tides. 
Awakened in mind 
finding common ground in words 
written together.


That man, I think, 
has a look of you.
But then he turns
and it's not your face,
which is still elsewhere.

I cannot face you 
I am not near to be seen. 
Between here and there 
we are reminded of us. 
Yet we do not exchange looks.


Do you notice
when I send my spirit
to visit you?
Does a ghostly shiver
stir you - or sudden warmth?

Finger-like tendrils 
leaving shivers to begin 
our spirits take flight 
every night when we visit 
I notice you near.


It's morning!
I wake to the thought of you
on your pillow
embracing dreams of love
as I farewell mine.

Destinations stay 
well within our thoughts at night 
pillows held tightly 
are the clouds that carry dreams, 
hellos and goodbyes in time.

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