"The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry."
~ Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell To Arms



"Our lives disconnect and reconnect, we move on, and later we may touch one another, again bounce away. This is the felt shape of a human life, neither simply linear nor wholly disjunctive nor endlessly bifurcating, but rather this bouncey sequence of bumping into's and tumblings apart."
~ Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her Feet



Saturday, April 14, 2012

Mystical Moments...



“I want to write a song for that thick silence in the dark, and the

first pure thrill of unreluctant desire, just before we’d made

ourselves stop.”

~ Marie Howe



Language

Possibility and imagination

Words pushed and pulled in my mind

And on the page

Creating the symbols and metaphors of my existence

Punctuated by time



We share experiences more than we admit

We long for connection more than we dare tell



Ambivalent lovers

Vertigo of the soul

Veiled feelings

Cloistered emotions

Translucent eyes telling lies

To the black holes of our hearts



Where is the one

That will sit and drink wine with me

While I unveil my soul and unravel my heart

At a café in the sun along the Thames

So much to speak

So much silence to fill

Someone to absorb my thoughts and life



 A hug like no other

A squeeze of an arm that says more than words

A touch of a hand on a shoulder

Love

Friends

Vanished

Ethereal wisps of longing


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