Sahara sand in morning mist
Lays a vanilla sail in the sky
Gold dust on flagstone.
What Bedouin dreams
Fall gently on the grass?
The grass bends and answers
a sigh laced with regrets
slides softly and whispers:
I woke up today
But my Maryam didn’t.
Companion to my soul
Shadow of my heart
Why did I not hold you?
Wife of my youth
Partner of my days
I thought I had time…
O to touch you once more
And watch your eyes close.
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Beautiful, Em. You capture a piercing regret softened with a sweet memory.
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Thank you Willy. We are so strange holding back love to protect our heart from breaking, thinking we can postpone giving and hurt. Sometimes it’s just too late.
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Yes, Em, and so often the case it makes me believe its a unique human trait, to withold in another’s presence and release in their absence. I suppose it’s this trait that gave birth to poetry and the Muses of Zeus and Mnemosyne.
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Hmmm. I had not thought of it that way, but yes, you do have a point.
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Yes.
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🙂
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Extraordinary
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Thank you D. Smiling
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My beloved is away now. You made me feel, “What if she didn’t come back?” What would I feel the next time I see dust in the sky or at my feet?
Thanks.-)
rjb
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You are welcome.
Never hold back a hug is my moto unless it’s not wanted…. and sometimes, I just can’t help myself!
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The mysteries of the wind, the desert and the heart interwoven in a tapestry of extraordinary beauty.
You surpass yourself.
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Merci. It’s all life in its extraordinary compexity.
Sometimes I am lucky and a phrase blows through my heart.
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“I thought I had time…
O to touch you once more
And watch your eyes close”…
How many times have I thought those thoughts, said those words…? …if only…
Beautifully written, Emm. You choreographed the emotion perfectly.
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Thank you Paul. It is a universal grief, and yet so very personal and unique because no one can feel it but the sufferer. We can only witness it with compassion and empathy.
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A poignant and wistful lament. Nice work.
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