Friday, June 29, 2007

Whispered into Hair

I want you.

I want you to find that place in the woods you knew was always there before your birth on the wing.

I want you to paint the walls every shade of self, annointing it with a halo from your distant sister-sun.

I want you to write each word for a love song that everyone will sing until the very last day, your words stretched to the end of ever like a galaxy of diamonds though the velvet, each star your own to have or sell or give back to the sea where it was born.

I want all the poetry that kisses your lips to melt me into slag.

I want to watch you walk across the sands as the sun goes down, barefoot and sober of heart, to were the waves crash and foam, to where the sea meets the sand, crushing shells into the million pearls of sand that stick to your skin in a way that only makes me remember what it was like the morning we met, listening to the words we spoke to each other, but reading only each other's lips for the real story to come.

I want to feel the end of something that will only come again if it remembers the true path that first led through the green trees streching skyward and grasses as high as we too were high on everything we touched and loved.

I want you to paint me every hue for a night and see how well the color holds through morning she-sun falling on us like hot rain in August.

I want to give these words to you and the spirit that gave them to me with them so you will burn with me one last time before she sun sets us to blaze with her warm hands on our skin.

I want to tell you how glad I am to risk my heart for yours to beat this close to me.

I just want you to know this.


eric313 said...

Thanks for the wait, and I'll post again asap. Things are in upheaval and upheaval is only good for writers a few bottles of whiskey down the road fom the trauma. I'm sure many of you can relate to upheaval. I'm sure a few can relate to a half empty bottle of whiskey, as well.

I'll post again soon.

Crashdummie said...

I want all of that above too, it was so beautiful.... so where do I sign up? :)

singleton said...

Amazing how much can be spoken in a whisper.....
quiet coquina for the soul....

neko said...

you're not really a guy, are you?

you don't exist.

a romantic guy is a myth.

this is very romantic.

saying things like this will get you laid.

was that the goal?

karma lennon said...

Can I just tell you how very much I adore your writing? Seriously, this was lyrical and lovely. Everything I read of yours reminds me of a place I used to know.

Bardouble29 said...

Love the words of this...
Love the images you create of giving words and waiting patiently for them in return.

MyUtopia said...

Wow, pretty powerful one for today! Great job : )

benjibopper said...

beautiful words.

Princess Pointful said...

This poem evokes some lovely images and feelings- I especially like the painting with shades of self.

I hope this is none too dramatic upheaval- enough to inspire, but not enough to depress. Take care, whiskey drinker!

eric313 said...

Thanks for all of the positve responses. This stuff is the hardest to write and feel good about, or at least know that someone will understand.

And it was half a pint bottle of whiskey, to be certain. Whiskey is easier on the stomach than my beloved jagermeister and red bull. I've been ill, so I haven't been drinking much this month, so a change was nice.

Meager Amounts of Alcohol+
Memories+ one Poet+ Great Inspiration=
Love springing eternal on the page.

sign up everytime your heartbeats stronger from thinking of one who you trully love. You'll find that person when you stop looking with your eyes. But you are always welcome to rest your eyes here, so I hope they find rest and you can find what you seek.
Thanks for your sweet comment and see you around.

You know this poem better than I do! Your verse is mesmerizing-- you know the fire by name. See you soon.

eric313 said...

As surely as the silence sometimes breaks into a loud grin, I do exist. But I can't really love anyone right now; I couldn't if I wanted to and I have wanted to. There's too much going on, and I'm not sure what the problem is. Doctors are in my future.
Thank you for your kind, kind words. You make me smile.

Thank you too for the kind encouragement. It is appreciated and I hope reciprocated whenever I read all of you and your friend's posts and poetry. Thank you.

Yes, the risking a heart by exposing it's ecrets. Intimacy is such a gamble we take to try and reach a lower layer of the riddle that love is. Yor poetry is doing fine, too! Keep you creative pulse steady, Barb. You'll do finer than you can imagine right now. All of our best is yet to come! That's the beauty of the progression of days for us writers--as long as we are writing honestly, we will learn from all we write. Thanks for reading my poems.

eric313 said...

Thank you so much! If you like it, then it all good. Like I said before, if I get published big, I will give you one of my contributor's copies asap. Thank you for following my poetry through the highs and lows.

Glad you liked it. You've been putting in the poetry time, yourself, I see. Reap the rewards of cultivating that love. Thanks for dropping by and I'll see you around.

Thank you for your concern. It prompted me to speak about what's up.
And the painting in shades of self, and the painting in hues--you--is what I liked, too. Your observations are very pointful and and incisive. Thanks for reading my poetry.

Wow, there's my five hundred words! You all are awesome.

singleton said...

It's Friday....
Come the fires.....

eric313 said...


to the fire of Friday
we come willingly like the nights
riding dark horses toward the horizon...

thanks for all the poetry--
as well as the new language!
peace, always
clinkity clink-a-clink clink clink

Blancodeviosa said...

This will be the one

Susan Miller said...

"I want to tell you how glad I am to risk my heart for yours to beat this close to me."


I mean...really...DAMN.

This is good.

Take care of yourself (spoken in my most motherly tone)

eric313 said...

I hope so! I do. Soon I will be published. Published I shall be soon. Thanks for the support, you keep up the writing, too.

Susan Miller
Thank you so much for the well-wishes and you know I'm trying--it's easier to do with kind-hearted friends like you and everyone else.
And I love that line, too. It's just all good.

Lorna said...

Beautiful words like those had to come from a beautiful soul. You put into words what my heart feels but cannot express. Thank you! :-)

eric313 said...

Well, thank you, Lorna
I'm always glad when new people drop by and say what they want to. Thanks for reading my stuff. It's not always this beautiful, I am all over the map. Just lately it's been like this. Thank you.

skinnylittleblonde said...

OMG Eric!
This is beautiful. I found myself feeling like it was my hair being whispered into, like I was the one wanting, like I was smashed shells, seafoam, sunshine & living, breathing paint.

Cazzie!!! said...

I want you to know your words are like the honey to the BEE!!

eric313 said...

Thanks for the compliment. I shouldn't write things like this--it's not fair to the rest of the guys.

OK, I'm over it! I'm glad I write as well as I can every day, even if I don't always think it's the best, myself. Thanks for your comments all over. They were awesome and I answered them all.

thank you for swinging by. How's the winter going down under? I'd still rather be there, swimming in the coral sea, one of the paradise areas of this lonely little world. Thank you so much for dropping in and see you later.

eric313 said...


realbigwings said...

Ooof...My chest...(gasp) So beautiful...
--I have to rest now.


eric313 said...

Thank you, Dawn.

I'm glad you liked it. It was nice just to express the words onto the page like that.