And still
we look eye to eye
deep gazing to bridge the gap
of space and light
we reach fingertip to fingertip
and voice to ear to penetrate
the barriers of skin
and in the end each of us is alone
we turn and try
tempt and touch
we hover and hunger
hate and hold
we stretch and strain
stroke and straddle
we ask and offer
ache and argue
and in the end each of us is alone
and still
I rise each day
as the sun does and
I turn my eyes
in your direction and
hold out my hand
deep gazing to bridge the gap
of space and light
we reach fingertip to fingertip
and voice to ear to penetrate
the barriers of skin
and in the end each of us is alone
we turn and try
tempt and touch
we hover and hunger
hate and hold
we stretch and strain
stroke and straddle
we ask and offer
ache and argue
and in the end each of us is alone
and still
I rise each day
as the sun does and
I turn my eyes
in your direction and
hold out my hand
posted by MB at 12:26 AM
25 Comments:
ouch. this is wonderful MB, xx
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I understand, more than you will ever know.
The "stretch and strain" of relationships. Really like the layout of this; 3 3 1 3 3 1 33. Adds to the tension in my opinion with a glimmer of hope in the last two. At least determination, if not hope. Love it!!
Now that I've heard you singing, I hear you singing. This is beautiful, the rhythm, the repetition, the simplicity, the profundity...
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I really like this. All the ways of trying to connect, and the repeated "and in the end each of us is alone" - And still. Wonderful.
You have done a beautiful job of arranging words to describe our lives.
Stray, thanks so much. I hope the optimism of the last two stanzas comes through, for I really do believe that it's well worth the trials and tribulations.
Mary, thank you. Wonderful to see you here!
Mermaid, thanks!
Pat, thanks so much. I'm glad you picked up on the optimism!
Brenda, I was hoping that the form would underscore the content.
Zhoen, thank you.
Leslee, thanks so much. I'm pleased you enjoyed it.
rdl, thanks! Good to see you here.
Endment, it is in some ways a brutal truth, and yet a source of so much richness.
as the sun does...
there is profound grace in that gift, mb
Even when my head refuses, my heart still reaches...
alan
Lovely! I think it gains strength from the first refrain onward and keeps building. The alliteration is an inspired touch. And like Brenda, I heard you singing it.
This is beautiful, mb. It captures every love I've ever known.
This just about says it all!
You are clear, thorough, delicate and transcendent at the same time, while seeming effortless--and expressing your personality also--I love this poem!
MB, the perfect description of our attempts to connect, to be intimate in all ways - simply the state of our human condition. I commented to Frankie recently about this in response to one of her posts about being "alone" - we are all alone, no matter our efforts to change it.
really like this
the hopeful hopelessness (or is it the other way round ): ) of it
got to me
thank you
Though the 'communion moments' are brief and transitory, they are worth all the effort expended in trying to communicate, to touch, to love, to know another, and to be known, as well.
We begin,
within
and are forever
in the brilliant,
screaming darkness
thereafter,
without
wishing only that
perfect overlap,
that deep connection
below the skin,
that beloning,
but we are bound
to this flesh,
life years damned,
the same as the
portable tomb we
carry,
forever without,
wishing inwards,
wishing to enter
the sweet earth
of another but
held away,
corporeal ghosts
wishing for worlds
intermingled and
wishing blind.
Captures the every day courage it takes to love.
Jon Cox, thanks!
Gracie, there is indeed and it frequently inspires in me great gratitude.
Alan, isn't it amazing how that works? Miraculous, really.
Richard, thank you very much. I'm glad to hear that the alliteration worked for you. I'm also glad to see you here!
Robin, thanks. Me too.
Firebird, thank you for your generous words. I'm glad you enjoyed it!
Sky, yes we are, and that is what this poem gets to. And yet we constantly strive to connect.
Floots, you name it perfectly. It is both at the same time.
Chuck, thanks. I couldn't agree more that it's all well worth the effort.
Firehawk, you've done it again! "wishing to enter the sweet earth of another" — wonderful. Thank you so much for your response.
Patry, thank you very much.
the heart breaks but hope endures
Beautifully intimate-I feel quite tearful
Via, welcome! Thanks for commenting.
Sue, thanks for your honest response.
I found you through Dharma Bums and have bookmarked your site. Your poetry is exquisite. I look forward to many more visits.
Via, thank you so much. I'm glad that you found your visit worthwhile.
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