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“You cannot hold it, but it will cradle you.
You cannot see or touch it, but when contact comes,
You will see me, hold me, as in the days of your youth,
When you loved me best,
And I, you.”


From: Seven New Poems for Seven Days #2: Hover
... by Nat Lipstadt

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in memoriam to memories:
for Miriam and Nat


reading each thought numerous ticks of days,
imbibe the silent of the silence
hanging from the rafters this wilderness roof;
grayed heartwood walls that separate
fractals of inseparable distances ― celebrations
the roads taken ― memories of those left behind
at the side of the mile untrodden


Congregated love and sorrow’s spoken words
scribed on paper bark touchstones ―
etched watermarks of perpetual tides
patina the afterglow of life's ebb and flow,
traces of everything and naught can ever fill


Experiencing intimate moments immemorial;
the whispers of living pulse still murmurs
in the gentle breeze between the gathered words of heart
breathing deeply ― a rush of systemic truth
born in the wholly sacred blood bequeathed


A soul outside the lines ponders ―
the sum whole of a life well lived;
coming to understand, although
all might not see the same light shine:


there’s a place one day we’ll return
we found along the way
because one day will come by here …



harlon rivers ... Memorial Day weekend ... May, 2018

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“Out yourself.
What will you be remembered for,
if at all?”
... Nat Lipstadt

seven poems (+ 1) for my mother (July 2013)
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2509850/seven-poems-1-for-my-mother-july-2013/

thank you for sharing the love, friend...
 May 2018 fisharedrowning
Colm
The universe puts her headphones on
And plays her favorite track
The raindrops in the meadow burst
And soak the earth
And with her feet up on the world
She smiles from ear to ear
And plays it back
What songs does the universe listen to? Is there a more beautiful sound than the rain falling in the secluded meadow. Truthfully, I don't know. But I do love the sound of these words as they roll off the tongue. YUPP!

BIG THANKS to everyone who liked, commented, and helped make this verse the Poem of the day (on 05/18/18). I really appreciate it! You can listen to me read this poem live on SoundCloud. Just follow the link and have an awesome day!  

https://soundcloud.com/user-433755196/her-favorite-song-1
The
skies
whispered
to her,
“I wish
for someone
to feel the
warmth of
your presence,
the blessing
of your
existence
as you
hold hands
In softer
warmth,
I pray
the beauty
of your
delicate
heart
will be
protected,
for you
to forever
love books,
art and
symphonies,
I hope you
will always
keep your
head full
of dreams
as you
become
lost in the
clouds
and starry
nights,
I will write
poetry of
how he
will softly
kiss your
neck and
hold you
close,
and love
all of what
you cannot
see, the
petals
revealed
only to his
heart,
It's music
sings of
of everything
and all for
only one,
the wonder
of your
pretty
smile,
your
laugh
reminiscent
of tinkling
fairies
dancing
In the
night,
when
you will
go to sleep,
as you tuck
yourself
Into your
pillow, he
will kiss
your cheek
before you
sleep,
as you
close your
eyes,
and drift
Into the
stars,
where
you will
dance
In the
moonlight,
remember
to always
keep your
sense of
wonder,
and never
lose the
daydream
In your
eyes,
as you
make waves
in the foam of
your coffee
and see a
white balloon
floating in
the sea of
my clouds,
I know
you will
always
love visiting
those cafes,
and writing
In your
brown
leather
notebook,
seeing
the unfelt
beauty,
roaming
through
photos,
memories
and the
feeling
every
breath
you
share
with
him,
I wish for
you to
open
yourself,
I know,
you
struggle
to reveal
what
you hold
deep in your
heart, for it is
the ones
who struggle
to reveal their
words are
the ones
with the
deepest
emotions,
you were
once the
fractured
rose, with
petals heavy
with falling
tears,
veiled by
the blankets
of silken pain,
and how
beautifully
you revealed
your light
from the
darkness,
the greatest
suffering
allows the
coming of
spring,
your petals
will rise
to the moon
once more,
for you
are the
angelic
one,
the one
who is
worthy
of being
loved.”
beauty art love symphonies heart emotions light angelic one spring petals sky whisper gift existence clouds
I kept chasing
you, as if
you were
a distant dream.
But dreams
are not always
dreams.
Sometimes, we have
nightmares too.
When did those dreams turned into nightmares? When did I stop believing in the magic of dreams?
I wonder what awaits me
If I'll take this pavement instead of the other one.
The lamp posts are brightly shining on this side
And fireflies begin to lit the darker end of it.
And I am now taking steps on this pavement with doubt,
With my feet, left and right.
I am now across this lamp post and I looked up
To notice it is brighter for me than the stars.
And I am now taking steps on this pavement with confidence,
With my feet, left and right.
And at the middle I can see someone
Walking towards me.
As our gazes meet, I notice him smiling at me.
I said "Hi!", and he said "Hello!".
And that bit of a moment makes my heart skip a beat.
And now, I am walking on this pavement with an endless smile.
In apple growing-warmth,
I found oceans between eyelashes and Pacific air.

Ligamented with smoke, skeleton hands crafted cigarettes of honey and curling floral sweetness.

For soft-haired royalty, I bowed my heart and washed my skin in space and rainy wishes.

I drowned myself in polish remover, to show the stripped beauty of love and life
to a sun who lives off alcohol and notions of wouldn't it be nice?

But I, the noiseless patient spider,
who has flung gossamer after thread,
am reaching for nothing but an earth flower,
One who I thought loved me,
or at least that’s what she said.
((one who sees through rose-pink eyeglasses,
and speaks in feathered song.))

Still, I sleep well under starless skies,
where urban northern lights burn the dark,
charred there by city windows and boundless passing cars.

Here, I wrap myself in a cloth galaxy,
and I paint the sun with blackberry juice,
trading gold and diamonds for the simple hope
that someone might live up to you.
1-20-2018
I still don’t know why we broke up really. You ended things so abruptly. And the only explanation you could give me was "it wasn't a good time for me to be in a relationship, and that it's not you its me..” Cliche... But .... just like that you were gone, leaving me wondering where you were for days, worrying, not knowing if you were okay.... I have no idea what you’re doing with your life or why you felt the need to cut me out of it, after thinking about it I immediately began dwelling on what I did wrong, what I could have done differently. I thought that by doing this I was being productive, like I could change what happened. But I can’t. And what happened isn’t my fault. And maybe you tried to tell me that, but no one could have made me think different...I couldn’t believe things were over, not that quickly. I have no idea if any of the things you said to me during our relationship were true. I really hope they were, but with the way you cut me out so quickly, it’s hard for me to believe you loved and cared about me the way you said you did. You gave up on us too easily. I wish you had tried a little harder and I wish that you felt I was worth it, because I know I am.. I wish we had a fight or one of us did something to cause the break up, but the fact that it was so sudden left me feeling completely blindsided. You told me you loved me and that you didn’t want to lose me. And then you vanished. It’s just kind of surreal..... I'm still angry and frustrated... You pretty much left me with a million unanswered questions.. or too long I have apologized to people about who I am, because I’ve always been convinced that it’s always my fault. But not anymore, not this time, I’m not going to apologize to you. Yes, I am insecure and am always trying to figure out what everyone thinks of me. I can be immature and will always be a little girl at heart. I have a constant need to feel loved and appreciated; I have overactive tear ducts, and a tendency to be too clingy. But sometimes when you love something, you just want to be surrounded by it. I overreact about things too much and tend to get a temper when I’m mad. I’m selfish, stubborn, and defensive but I mean well. I’m small and stubby and I don’t like small talk..... And I still want too, really, I still want to hate you, but... I can't. I still like you, as much as I've tried to deny the feelings, they are still there....But I wouldn't want to be put in the position of potentially getting hurt like that again, so I've moved on and I'm doing me... I still wish the best for you, and hope you get what you want out of life.
Until next time...


The one that still loves you.
You stopped handing me your gaze, and yet your ship still sends ripples in.
I hear your love is with someone new, and I know I'm not meant for you.
I'm nothing more than a mere candle you once lit before putting in the cupboards.
We were in something like infinity and I know I didn't fight, and it's unfair
of me to put the blame on you, but why didn't you fight for me?
I wanted to know I was worth your love. I wanted to know
that everyone was wrong.
And dear, you cannot play with something as dangerous and fragile as a heart.
Your ship headed straight towards it and I never knew how in love you could look
until you came at me with those cannons. How was I supposed to know we'd end up
like this? You know I can't undo the feel of those rough hands,
I can't forget the way your lips curved in at the sound of my name.
You are destruction and I told you that as you promised
it would all be alright. I told you someone would come out broken
and I guess you know how to lie through those perfect teeth.
I needed you so close then, but not as much as I do now.
After all, I crossed that storm warning you swore was church bells.
So come back you idiot, and let me on board to your ship.
I promise I will let you and your lover tear me apart;
I just want to be near you. I just want to hear you need me one more time.
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