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Tuesday, 4 May 2010
FOR MY BELOVED, FAR AWAY...
“Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.” - Edna St Vincent Millay
When our beloved is far away from us we discover a new way of loving. The experience of our affections alter in quite subtle ways and hits us with quite a punch in our everyday life. The longer the period of absence is protracted, the greater our change and our every action and thought begins to be coloured by that absence. Here is a poem I have just written for my own beloved, now far away…
Your Distant Presence
Though far away, you are close to me,
Because your distant presence
Attunes within my heart, your heart.
Though far away, I hear your voice,
When you call me; and its lingering echo
Resonates deep within my soul.
Though far away, I see your face,
Your smile a distant sun that warms
Each ice-cold fibre of my body.
Though far away, I taste your kiss,
Each time I bite into a ripe strawberry,
Fragrant, lush, juicy and succulent.
Though far away, I speak your name,
And my winged words fly out,
Across the oceans, swiftly to find you;
And in their beaks they carry my kisses,
And in their claws grasp my solitude.
Though far away, you’ll hear my words,
Calling your name, giving you kisses.
And my solitude, delivered to you, will be no more,
As you open your arms and in your dream of me
Will feel my love enveloping you softly.
Jacqui BB hosts Poetry Wednesday. Please visit her blog for more poems.
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