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scupper

Location: North Carolina, USA
Birthday: April 23

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MARCH 15, 2009 10:18PM

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The solitude your life provides

makes the space between

you and I

more defined.

As if to ask

am I here for the green trees?

The ripple I so love at the bend of the creek?

Your small dog?

The three black cherry trees you planted

just yesterday?

It's all here,

I know.

It is in you,

It is you.

But it is confined,

and it is lost

somewhere there

in the haze behind your mind.

Behind the golden fruit.

I am not in you,

but I am here.

Always at this window.

Always at this place.

It seems I've stood here

since I was a child.

Watching the sun.

Watching the spring.

Savoring the fall.

Keeping warm in winter.

Wondering if you

truly exist.

scupper(c)2/6/09

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Beautiful poetry. The images are so clear, I can hear the creek.
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julie Kiernan

March 16, 2009 10:30 AM

"i am not in you/ but i am here./always at this window./always at this place./it seems i've stood here since i was a child.../wondering if you truly exist."

this is going to haunt me awhile....

rated, jim

James M. Emmerling

March 16, 2009 10:42 AM

Simply put - a mirror, I feel that I'm looking in a mirror. Beautiful.

Jimenace

March 16, 2009 06:26 PM

Very beautifully written. Walks the perfect balance between simple genuineness and enigma. I wrote once about sittingon a dock one night outside of a party and realizing how different our worlds were, even though they crossed here and there. This reminds me of that feeling again...of being outside, but wanting inside...and so you wait and hope. Rated. Befriended

Noahvose

March 16, 2009 10:30 PM

I am so glad you commented on my post about simple pleasures because it gave me the notsosimplepleasure of reading you.
"The ripple I so love at the bend of the creek?" I feel that you and I are of the same tribe.
Don't have time now but tonight watch for a post on blackberries in your honor.

Sharon Kay

March 17, 2009 07:08 AM

Your comments are all so generous. I read your works, and I'm wondering as a friend once remarked to me in a debate about writers...."Why are so many....GOOD?" I thought it was a great line then, and in this moment. I appreciate the feedback from such a solid bunch. And Sharon...thank you for the blackberries special, what an unexpected treat!