Look at her, she's floating,
laughing at my shadow,
eyes like heaven
knows a little secret,
pure and dirty.
She won't tell anyone...
not a living soul knows--
unless it's the wind,
she tells the wind
her wild everythings.
She shuts her eyes,
but she sees me
lieing down in the dark,
her smile gives her away
wishing against
the eightball-bottle,
spinning, pointing
at her, at me, in the dark.
psst.....
Heaven spills it's secrets
only on the worthy.
psst.....
She might be worthy,
but I am not.
"Heaven is a lonely place"
she whispers,
"our shadows remain below."
I take her out-stretched hand,
and pointing to the wall
I say to her:
"Look at what our shadows
are doing now,
floating together, apart
together, waves churning
in silver-eyed moon light,
dirty and pure."
She noticed, but says nothing~
her secrets are hers
to share as she wishes.
~
42 comments:
"She won't tell anyone...
not a living soul knows--
unless it's the wind,
she tells the wind
everything."
This is the best time of the year to tell the wind everything. I spent a couple of hours with the wind yesterday and it was worth every minute.
Very moving my friend.
Everytime I read you I think to myself, "this is his best" ... once agian you don't change a beat. Awesome, makes me not be so mad at self for not sleeping and having thoughts in the wind. Makes them more meaningful.
Reminds me of my life at the moment. Very awesome. :)
Lots of interesting women showing up in your work these days.
I loved the two "pssts" in the middle, particularly the second one.
I like her. She sounds like a realist who still can offer a little comfort.
"unless it's the wind,
she tells the wind
everything"....
And the wind is true to whisperers...
Clink!
Holy damn, where are you getting this stuff? This comes straight out of my unconsciousness--if she is a secret, then she belongs to OUR heaven, but if she is a part of God's heaven, then all secrets will be laid bare, and she will no longer be our delight. Our unworthiness has nothing to do with her, but with those who judge our happiness from her.
Secrets come and go, with every person you tell.
Cap'n Corky
The wind never remembers the names it has blown in the past, to paraphrase Jimi Hendrix.
But it always remembers the secrets we lend to it. It's a good friend to have.
Spongybones
Thank you a lot about that. I always try to go a little further each time I write, do things better, push the envelope of myself a little more.
Glad you notice it.
Peace out, y'all.
Karma
I hope you are making shadows with someone fun to make shadows with. Heaven knows it's the most fun on earth.
;)
Princess Pointful
Yeah, there's some good feminine influences in my life right now.
I'm blessed with a great writing partner in crime, at the moment. She really helps get me going. But, of course, I wouldn't be able to do it without having experienced a memory strong enough to make me want to write like this, without knowing about the shadows somebody has cast in my life.
Thanks for the visit, as always, Princess. Glad you liked it.
Peace...
Singleton
It certainly is...
Wild Zephyrus
whisper to me
in the light...
Whistling through
my window pane
day and night
Sometimes it howls
Sometimes it dies
But it will always
rise again and fly
True to form--
my invisible phoenix
cool flames so high
crying "midnight"
in the autumn air
to all who wonder
evermore,
why?
Enemy
That is an amazing spin on this. I always try to be universal, and succeed, more or less. But this gives me hope, to one day maybe get these poems out there on a grander scale.
I have to thank you for that.
Maybe not all secrets will be laid bare, but enough. If one listens to the whispers on the wind, they might yet learn.
Peace out, Enemy of my Enemy.
JR
Isn't that the truth, and the heart of the matter.
Some people learn our secrets, then in time, they fade away, gone with the wind, so to speak. There will be others... Always, there will be someone more to tell these things we hold deeply to.
Great thought. Peace.
I can almost see the cheeky smile on her face. I like the playfulness, the closeness, the tease, the electricity in the poem...
A perfect friday poem!
"Heaven is a lonely place"
she whispers,
"our shadows remain below"
Crashy
Happy birthday, Crashy.
Thanks for the word. It was a good thought going onto the page. Glad you liked it. And hey, we're up at the same time! Who knew?
I hope you have yourself a perfect friday and weekend.
cheers, mate... peace out.
publish -on a dark background - smashing yes !!
This is great. It's sexy and it's the kind of description of love that Shakespeare was all about.
You mention heaven and purity but then shoot them right down. The message I'm getting is that there's nothing pure (in the white sense) here at all, and that's the way we like it...
I've got terrible wind at the moment due to a recent bout of food poisoning.
I totally dig this :
unless it's the wind,
she tells the wind
everything.
clink...
it's late, but I heard ya knockin'....
Very pretty idyll on a number of levels.
She shuts her eyes,
but she sees me
lieing down in the dark,
her smile gives her away
wishing against
the eightball-bottle,
spinning, pointing
at her, at me, in the dark
Lot of levels here Eric
Peace
TWM
Woman, woman on the road,
she too is the one i loathe.
she's real. real man, like, REAL.
n yeah, i'm back. :)
\m/
ahhhhhwell..i guess my words were being eaten by the blog matrix as well..i luved this one eric..very much..
k:))
btw..originally, i had said much more but cannot remember..lol..have a wonderful day..
psst.....
She might be worthy,
but I might not be.
That says it all, doesn't it?
Beautiful poem.
Sandy Kessler
Thanks for the words. I love this fomat, as well.
Ant
I always love messing with dichotomy/juxtaposition. It's just good literary fun.
You got a good message from this. Yes, the things some see as sinful or dirty were also created by the same creator. If we are created, anyway. That's a whole different discussion...
Peace out, everyone.
Ultra Toast
Hope the gales of food poisoning die down for ya.
That's a mighty wind.
Myutopia
Thanks, I dug that line, too. It's the human element. We all need something/someone to tell our secrets to.
Thanks and peace out.
Singleton
Gald you did. We wrote some beautiful things last night.
Peace and love, friend.
Ivan
Thanks for the compliment.
peace out
Walking Man
We could have quite a party on all these levels. Sometimes it's the drugs that make us feel in love, sometimes love that makes us feel strung out.
Sometimes, it's all a high. Like heaven is high.
Peace out
Manic Street Preacher
Glad to see you are still in business. Hope the muse stays with you forever.
But we all need a break somtimes.
The woman on the road, or the woman we have in reach. No question about it.
Take care, girl! Peace out.
may I link you on my blog since I come over to read and love it . You won't have a hissy if I do ?? I wrote under you r comment on my blog also . The layout and artwork as well as prose on yours always makes me reel.....sk
Karoline
Blogger eats my comments, too. I hate that. And you aren't the only one.
It's all good about the comments. Glad you liked it. It's a jem, that's for sure.
Josie
Thanks for dropping, by, Josie.
That's the enemy of the heart, doubt and worry. One side giving too much effort, the other not enough.
It's important for hearts to be on the same page. That's the true balance.
Glad to have you aboard.
Peace out, everyone! Have a great weekend.
Sandykessler
Who would ever trip out about the circle growing wider? Not a problem at all! Glad to have you around, and I'll link you up, as well.
Go Lions! Not...
your yin and yang you and Singleton's writing s are the magic that comes along only so often in this life..its so very captivating and relaxing and exciting and sensual and ... and you know what I mean !!!
Sandy
I know what you mean. I try to reach as deep as possible. Thanks for the words and the visit. You're giving me hope for a bright future in writing.
And Singleton is just crazy amazing. Her writing is unique and we're all lucky she shares it so passionately.
Thank you, Sandy. Drop by anytime.
"Heaven is a lonely place... our shadows remain below"...
What a line that catches my eye. I've always thought this thought, but didn't exactly know it. Don't we all love the wicked parts of ourselves just as much as the good? In spite of our selves. Humans that we are. Burdened by our sins, paying for them, but loving the pleasure they bring in the moment. Split only into the good, who will we be and won't we feel oddly half? or three quarters? or 99-and-3/100ths-pure?
Maleah
I think you're right. How could we not be whole? How could we banish the "sinful" parts of ourselves, when those to were made in heaven?
It's just wrong, some of the things we are taught. It's good to embrace the dark half, as well as the light.
Like the Tao, we ourselves are a struggle. We cannot exist without both.
"Good without evil stagnates..."
"Evil without good turns in upon its self"
Balance is maintained in this way.
Thank you for your comment.
Your poems are like the silver eyed moon light.
Passionate, mysterious and always so incredibly captivating.
Peace and love my brother, M
Maithri
Thank you. You're a loyal reader, my friend.
I try! I reach deep every time to see what I can pull forth from the depths. Sometimes it hooey, somtimes it's gold. Thanks for seconding that this one is golden.
Peace and love, Maithri
E1313
There's something naughty and wicked in this, in a very playful way. As I reading, I wondered if she was imaginary...
Chickybabe
Imaginary? A memory, more like it. Great reading forensic skills!
You said it. Naughty, wicked, and that's the way God made us.
Peace out.
Stil haven't seen 'A Mighty Wind'
Toast
It was actually pretty funny.
I was sceptical going into it, to. One of the girls in it was a porn star turned folk singer. A crazy comedy.
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