This morning I was having a conversation with a friend. We were discussing how sometimes the things we want and need seem to be just out of reach..but for some people they always seem to be able to reach their dreams..
Tell me what is just out of reach for you ...Or tell what has been just out of reach and is now attainable.
Use these words:
piquant
increments
incursion
conformist
venerable
awesome. I will be on this one tomorrow i think.
ReplyDeleteI love this challenge...and I love having to have one waiting when I finish the one I'm on....lol
ReplyDeletehmmm...gotta contemplate
ReplyDeletethis is a busy week for me, I dunno if I will be able to do it myself...but I am looking forward to all of your pieces
ReplyDeletewe did a challenge on secluded and whadya know??? The Blue Jew New Yorker is publishing it...Sharon, do u remember the poem, "Red Bras and Bad Girls" that I wrote? I think it was the challange with misogny...can't remember the other words... That damn journal editor made me rewrite the poem 8 BLOODY times lol...The rewrite is better tho...LMAO
ReplyDeletewe did a challenge on secluded and whadya know??? The Blue Jew New Yorker is publishing it...Sharon, do u remember the poem, "Red Bras and Bad Girls" that I wrote? I think it was the challange with misogny...can't remember the other words... That damn journal editor made me rewrite the poem 8 BLOODY times lol...The rewrite is better tho...LMAO
ReplyDeleteCongratulations, Vee!!
ReplyDeleteWoo HOOO! congratulations, Vee!
ReplyDeleteI am hella swamped for the next two days. but i want to write on this. So I will be back on Wednesday evening.
ReplyDeleteOutstretched Dreams
ReplyDelete"Why is the magic of the language of love
so hard to stop using?"
.....
the one time I wanted to not be dreaming
I reached out into thin air for you
reminding my emotions that you do exist
I got this piquant impulse to stop...and think
about increments of time already spent
thinking about where I would find you,
thinking...maybe more than I should
Thinking what are you doing,
thinking where you are
Did you just think of me?
Trying, for once, to be the conformist
the one who conjures beauty up, instantly
The one who makes things happen
numberless times
I had your design venerable...or so I thought
but I ended up wanting more
Thinking to myself....I really don't mind
that I keep starting over from scratch
because you have to be perfectly made
and conditioned
with added layers of feeling
I keep believing I'm carving your path
right to my heart
but I know it's God clearing a way for me
Every road block put in my way
will be moved by wondrous strength
and every detour to me will be well worth the wait
because the worth that lies within
when you getting more than you put in
is worth much more
than gazing upon your goodness
Your laughter has become a refuge for me,
a guiltless indulgence,
that I paint along the seams
of my outstretched dreams
as my time is extended to you
If love begins with you,
I don't mind
walking through the darkness
with my hand outstretched
hoping you're the one who takes it,
hoping you'd think it a refuge of your own
and knowing...what we want
are unlimited avenues
beyond curiosity
....
into intimate trust
and the realization of 'us' can be
an incursion into a refreshed heart
with no hard edges
Smiling now....amid my own thoughts
Swelling pulses....translating feelings
into bouquets of beautiful calla lil-lies
and me...squinting from sun rays
bouncing off unspoken sacred wishes
that we live for each day
as each today never ends
jakuper (8/23/10) All Rights Reserved
jakuper (8/23/10) All Rights Reserved
Smiling now....amid my own thoughts
ReplyDeleteSwelling pulses....translating feelings
into bouquets of beautiful calla lil-lies
and me...squinting from sun rays
bouncing off unspoken sacred wishes
that we live for each day
as each today never ends
this is just bittersweet and sublime writing, Joyce. It makes me ache to read it.