You've summed it up sublimely with that. I've been with the same woman for 24 years - my wife for 20 years this month. And it's not that she completes me or any of that romantic stuff, but raises my game in areas I would not have stood a chance or thought possible. She watches my back, or the flip side, so to say as you've just alluded to in your poem.

Peace!

A lump. You know I get this, don't you?

Thank you for your kind words Newton :) congratulations to you all! If it's all the same to you - i admire you both from the outside looking in.

scupper! *hugz and kizzes*

beautiful poem!

This could be reconstructed within the reader's mind is so many ways...I imagined an unborn female fetus floating in water - was this a father writing a poem for his unborn daughter? - At other times I thought of Chandler's "Lady in the Lake" and then all kinds of film noir scenes flashed through my head...I could go on and on - I fear I have gone all topsy-turvy now, after reading this...Now I will read it again and just be in the poetic "unknown" and not try to figure anything out!

A tapestry of vivid images speaking softly; knowing of tomorrow and the far horizon. Well done for sure. (Rated!!!)

Thank you all for your kind words!

Angelique – your description of your experience is immeasurable praise. I miss that. I do owe you a genesis thought, though. Loneliness and the inability to move forward. With that, why am I still even here? The short answer to the latter is my children – my daughter and son. Reading your comments is as if you also were in my head and told me part of what I was thinking and imbuing into the poem subconsciously. It makes sense. The last part is just me wondering if this has an end, or just disappears, an afterthought.

Peece,
dj

So let it;
BE
And show me.
How i'm supposed to live
as half a soul;
since the other stole,
the piece of you
inside ME.

Making me cry..... I love this poem.

*hugz and kizzes*, Waking, thank you much for stopping by.

And could this not be the other half of yourself, still waiting to be discovered, enveloped, embraced with a love one reserves only for one's self.......? Evocative brain food for the soul. I like it. A lot.

Cartouche - ERES - (a song from cafe tacuba) - thank you for the visit and what feels like a star from your box-o-love.

peece,
dj

Jimenace, I am so very pleased you found my comments to be penetrative in nature. When you mention loneliness and an inability to move [forward], I am reminded of blocked energy (chi) flow, and a sense of entrapment. There is a Rilke poem that captures such states beautifully for me - The German is superior but I will share a good English translation with you here - There are many, many translations but this one is my favorite. You may already know it - it is called "The Panther":

The Panther

His sight from ever gazing through the bars
has grown so blunt that it sees nothing more.
It seems to him that thousands of bars are
before him, and behind them nothing merely.

The easy motion of his supple stride,
which turns about the very smallest circle,
is like a dance of strength about a center
in which a mighty will stands stupefied.

Only sometimes when the pupil's film
soundlessly opens. . . then one image fills
and glides through the quiet tension of the limbs
into the heart and ceases and is still.

Rainer Maria Rilke
(translation by C.F. MacIntyre)

I did not know it but am better to read it now. Thank you so very much. It rains here - i felt its kiss, and feel the sublime push through the bars, once free and still.

peece,
and love,
David Jimenez

Show me how to live with half a soul... ah terribly sad. Reading your poem takes me very specifically back - I can remember walking around feeling this empty, functioning, but with terrible pain. My favorite line - "Maybe just the edge for me." Perfect visual.

You're one of the reasons I was walking around the park the other day thinking in poetry - thank you for what you bring to us.

My goodness! I read your comment on my blog, then read this. This is wonderful and makes your comment to me all the more dear. Thank you.

jimbo,
best yet...or, my favorite yet...."make me or break me"...christalmighty...i'm going through some issues with the female sex right now, so i'd better not comment too extensively...SHE might see it...she has eyes everywhere...even in yr poem...She has many forms, many mouths, & is a very tricky entity to deal with...my issue is: is SHE trying to protect me (from myself, from the world) to death,
really....to death...& if so, why....wouldn't it be in her interest to have a live man...

hm. i'll be back soon, with a vengeance...thanks for inquiring....peace, brother...remember & never forget : it's all good...

Jim.rated

Almost an empty vessel...waiting to be filled again. "Lady in the water, you are tomorrow's daughter"...the depth of that will stay with me for a time...xox peece

Annette2009 - Thank you for stopping by and your nice comments. It's good to know I am not the only with OS on the mind even when I am not on. You are too kind.

Betsy Robinson - thank you for the visit and the good words :)

Jim - Sometimes it's like I told my kids, I remember the reason I feel in love with your mother; and the hundred other reasons we divorced. It's just that sometimes, in the dark, when I doubt, it seems those hundred never really add up to the one. Then I remember specific ones, and I am thankful we are only friends now. lol One can not win for losing at times! I look forward to the return.

Robin! xoXOxo

Peece!
David J

Hah...came back guns a blazin like i promised ye...

so was it heads or tails...spinning around in eternity makes a fellow dizzy &
some kinda hunmgry...er hungry...hah got some wild munchies...
could eat an refrig-erator..

remember the law of Roomey the Arab goddam
philospher or whatever the f he is...

"refrigerate only those parts of ye
ye are always willing to lose..
and tellnot a soul about the damn deepest of the deep
freeazes which i spose
wd be absolute zippo,
zero= -the temp at which all substances have zero thermal energy & thusly aint a movin at all...

tis of course pretty damn improbable that a fellow wd reachit..


an ideal Gas, baby...........at constant pressure....
would contract
to
Zero...

ha ...

tryn find me now,
mfers..

peace in & out...

see ya on the other side, bro..James Emmerling 5-24-09

yah hoo...freefallto...
here.

now.
tis all there is alas...

Jim,

And then there is the pressing issue of torturing little blue smurfs
or something like that..ha..

Them smurfs get what they deserve, little blue men..

the man in the moon is red ...

i spose..

later jme

Gulp. Great lyrics. Like the heads or tails chance of it all with the bitterness of jaded age together. Looks real and easy to relate to.