#spacebetween - Hello Poetry

I’m the space between light and shadow The dimness just beyond the headlights I’m the silver lining of a storm cloud The pause after crescendo The top of the rollercoaster, just before the drop I’m the hum between beat and rhythm The echo in the valley And the wake of the ship The air that moves between hummingbirds’ wings The scent of gardenias on the night air The wet sand that makes castles but clings to your feet and never leaves the lining of your swimsuit so you never forget that day at the beach. Someday you may spot me in the background Shield your eyes against the floodlights and peer into the urgent quiet at stage left You’ll hear the scribbling of last minute changes; And know that: I’m that improvised line on everyone’s mind at the end of the night. The essence of a memory You can’t quite place Christmas mornings Summer jobs The undertones of that familiar perfume The elusive je ne sais quoi That sends you back to the food stall With no name On the corner of that park We used to love to cut through On the way back from grandma’s. You’ll recognize me In the dying applause Bonfire smoke on the morning air The late afternoon breeze that reminds you to pick your kid up from school The coolness of a glass of water after the first rain of the season The third chew of an intensely flavourful bite of food Music at a wake Bourbon at a graduation Coffee in a hospital waiting room I am the crease of your forehead between tears and laughter The glowing ember of a discarded matchstick I am the space Between footsteps And words And silent chants Between your hands When you fold them And hold them And raise them up To touch the sky And lower them down To return to earth I am the space between Light and Shadow Between earth and sky When you need me, I’ll be there. Even if you don’t know it.

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Oct 13, 2022

Oct 13, 2022 at 9:18 PM UTC

earthtokim

Light and Shadow

I’m the space between light and shadow The dimness just beyond the headlights I’m the silver lining of a storm cloud The pause after crescendo The top of the rollercoaster, just before the drop I’m the hum between beat and rhythm The echo in the valley And the wake of the ship The air that moves between hummingbirds’ wings The scent of gardenias on the night air The wet sand that makes castles but clings to your feet and never leaves the lining of your swimsuit so you never forget that day at the beach. Someday you may spot me in the background Shield your eyes against the floodlights and peer into the urgent quiet at stage left You’ll hear the scribbling of last minute changes; And know that: I’m that improvised line on everyone’s mind at the end of the night. The essence of a memory You can’t quite place Christmas mornings Summer jobs The undertones of that familiar perfume The elusive je ne sais quoi That sends you back to the food stall With no name On the corner of that park We used to love to cut through On the way back from grandma’s. You’ll recognize me In the dying applause Bonfire smoke on the morning air The late afternoon breeze that reminds you to pick your kid up from school The coolness of a glass of water after the first rain of the season The third chew of an intensely flavourful bite of food Music at a wake Bourbon at a graduation Coffee in a hospital waiting room I am the crease of your forehead between tears and laughter The glowing ember of a discarded matchstick I am the space Between footsteps And words And silent chants Between your hands When you fold them And hold them And raise them up To touch the sky And lower them down To return to earth I am the space between Light and Shadow Between earth and sky When you need me, I’ll be there. Even if you don’t know it.

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I don't see how it could get better. But I don't see how it could be worse either. Am I trying too hard or not enough? What if it's both? What if all the answers are in the space between? We always say there's 2 sides to every story. What if the truth is in the middle?

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Oct 9, 2021

Oct 9, 2021 at 8:55 PM UTC

zackripley

The space between

I don't see how it could get better. But I don't see how it could be worse either. Am I trying too hard or not enough? What if it's both? What if all the answers are in the space between? We always say there's 2 sides to every story. What if the truth is in the middle?

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The gulf between us vast and deep as an ocean The air between us thick with unspent emotion The bond between us brittle - was once bright and new And my sailboat becomes a spaceship as I fly to you Now I’m blind in the darkness, charting the unknown Solid to liquid, liquid to gas, the path dark and unshown But I fight it, the heaviness, the doubt I won’t break through I leave my spaceship behind and float out to reach you Because a promise, is a promise, and you have my heart I cross this dying space … just to reach you … till death do us part.

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Aug 23, 2018

Aug 23, 2018 at 8:30 PM UTC

AkiraAngel

The Space

The gulf between us vast and deep as an ocean The air between us thick with unspent emotion The bond between us brittle - was once bright and new And my sailboat becomes a spaceship as I fly to you Now I’m blind in the darkness, charting the unknown Solid to liquid, liquid to gas, the path dark and unshown But I fight it, the heaviness, the doubt I won’t break through I leave my spaceship behind and float out to reach you Because a promise, is a promise, and you have my heart I cross this dying space … just to reach you … till death do us part.

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