Some days
I feel you
calling
and I go
back to the path.
It's overgrown now.
I rarely
retrace the steps
back to that
clearing
where we
love.
Sometimes I think I see you
peeking
through the deep woods.
But you don't come to the
clearing
anymore.
So I wonder if seeing you
was just a trick of the
light.
I expect your
reasoning
overshadows
your visions.
So I don't wait long there
anymore.
And, yet,
this pull remains;
simple, intact, amused and unrequited.
Maybe you'll find your way
back
to the clearing.
The instant you do, I will know.
I will find you there.
Washed in the relief
of your breath with mine
we will not
be able to stand.
From our knees
we will end.
From out knees
we will begin.
Beth McCarthy Marks
September 2, 2017
I feel you
calling
and I go
back to the path.
It's overgrown now.
I rarely
retrace the steps
back to that
clearing
where we
love.
Sometimes I think I see you
peeking
through the deep woods.
But you don't come to the
clearing
anymore.
So I wonder if seeing you
was just a trick of the
light.
I expect your
reasoning
overshadows
your visions.
So I don't wait long there
anymore.
And, yet,
this pull remains;
simple, intact, amused and unrequited.
Maybe you'll find your way
back
to the clearing.
The instant you do, I will know.
I will find you there.
Washed in the relief
of your breath with mine
we will not
be able to stand.
From our knees
we will end.
From out knees
we will begin.
Beth McCarthy Marks
September 2, 2017
Beth,
ReplyDeleteJust back from my photo workshop to read this. I love this a lot! At fist, I thought it was about lovers, but the word "peeking" made me think a child or a loved pet. Because I miss my beloved pets sometimes more than people, it seems to speak to me about my lost black dog who dies so long ago yet the grief is as fresh as if it were yesterday. Beautifilly done.
Wow....isn't that something. It is about a lover -- but I tapped into your sense of a lost pet and almost wept. Yes, grief too. Thank you, Sandy -- high praise coming from a master wordsmith.
DeleteSo, so glad to hear your poetic voice again, Beth--and thank you for the "here's another one" note in my inbox! Would have missed it otherwise, and it caused me to look at your other poems from your blog. Hadn't realized you've been writing all along.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, wistful poem. Here-and-not-here, you have captured so well.
Cliff
Thank you, Cliff! I always appreciate your eyes on my art. And you -- are you writing? Big hugs!!!!!!!!!!!! Beth
ReplyDeleteBits here and there! Will send you something next time I'm happy with it.
ReplyDeleteWell, I'll look forward to that day, Cliff.
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