I waited. I hoped.
I begged in agony in the poorest echoes of my being.
I wanted. I cried.
With no tears to slip down my cheeks.
And then a flower lifted her torn petals to find your warmth.
There must be a balance. The gracious friendship and the beckoning within a heart that beats with you inside of it.
How did you rummage through my pain and rest your head on a soft pillow there?
You hold my hand when I'm scared.
Dance with me in my kitchen.
Touch my cheek in the moonlight as I sleep.
Tease my lips with your kiss.
Everything races...
Oh, how you caress the landscape of my soul with your soft, poetic words.
How do you know me?
For you do sing in my heart,
have etched words into it,
and indeed know it.
This part of my soul breathes only because of you.
The Waiting Hours are those I must endure until


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Cartouche - Not sure I completely understand your comment. All I know is, I'm wearing the pockets well right now. And I haven't had pockets in a long time.
Those hours, we live for those hours.
No, you have not been there and you have not done that. It is so obvious that you have no idea what "that" is. I am so sorry that you are that BITTER, but your comment does not belong here.
You were not being "flippant," you are flat out "angry" with men. That is not what this poem is about.
This is soft, sentimental, spiritual, romantic and meditational.
Rated for beauty.
Smithery - Thank you for reading these words with your heart - they express something very valuable and beautiful to me.
Buffy - I'm happy I found it, too. Very blessed in the most honest sense.
mamoore - The way they know me is beyond amazing. I enjoy sharing even the smallest pieces of myself.
annette - I'm so glad line meant something to you; I wrote that to this person not too long ago. I'm pleased it made you think of the special people breathing in your soul.
Steve - Thank you, dear. :)
Love you!
Lunchlady - Dear friend, thank you. I wasn't trying to write well - it just bloomed from my heart. In fact, I was trying NOT to write it, but finally had to.
WAH - I am trying to live in the moment and opening myself up like this would only have been possible in this moment. (But I foresee more moments.) :) Love you too, darlin'.
Yikes! You shared some Hopes!
Ya O! Ya sing some more song!
Not now! Ya blest with songs!
Soon, Ya! Ya bless with song?
Ya weakness, Ya true beauty?
Ya singing a- few tunes? huh?
Ya can luxuriously entertain?
O tremble, agitate Ya O yes!
O enchant, O ecstatic, O my!
O push on, O Ya harmonies!
Mashed potatoes, O Ya wow!
Wild fluctuated, oh, O times?
But, Ya push on, oh, O great!
Ya know. Ya do what's right!
Ya conked? Ya snore? okay.
Stuff cukes? Ya cute! O hay!
You will be? Ya okay! sighs.
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Arthur - "Ya, I sing songs" and will post another one sometime soon. Still working on that perfectionism. :) But singing songs in my heart has been joyful! (And I sing in my kitchen a lot!) And yes, "wild fluctuated" but I don't anticipate that anymore. Oh! And another thing - I did read this last night but was too "conked" to respond...but I DID have mashed potatoes for dinner!!
Gabby - Thoth is a sweet friend who has taken the time to get to know me, therefore he understands where this beauty comes from. I'm grateful for him.
gmgaston - What an exquisite thing to write. Thank you so much for those perfect words.
Unbreakable - First things first: I love your face as your avatar! You should have shown us your beauty loooong ago instead of hiding behind those glasses. And thank you for your kindness; no one can steal this...the moments in life are all we have to live for. But you get that, don't you? :-)
PS Thank you ... about the avatar. :-)
"...a flower lifted her torn petals to find your warmth."
So beautiful. I wish you many, many blessings.
Ash - Aww, aww, aww! You sweetheart you. The words just tumbled out...I don't even know where that phrase came from...other than my heart. I'm so glad you're here.
JK - I really appreciate that; it has been lovely to feel...
:)
A shelter of love and warmth, of beauty and tenderness.
A place to wrap myself into, to find peace, love and happiness.
Oh how lucky those are, who are already there.
How incredibly lucky.