My arm was touched in casual pass,
You thought I did not know.
The warmth you left behind, beneath,
The touch I did not show.
(more) For in my heart my love I hide,
I want you not to see
Without those touches on my arm,
How lonely I would be.
October 4, 2008
This was written for some one at work that would quite often come up behind my desk and place her hand on my shoulder. That hand would greet me hello, show 'I'm here', or perhaps say good bye with a gentle squeeze. Quite often with no words exchanged. It was indeed a cherished touch
We were in love, this young lady and I. We would write each other poetry and talk for hours. Our talks ranged from space and philosophy to the hottest new rock bands. She told me she loved me and I knew I loved her. But, I was sixty(more) and she was thirty five years younger. I told her we could never be together because she was so much younger than I. She said to me one time, "How cruel time is to keep use apart." With that profound sentence in mind, I wrote her this tiny verse.
Two Hearts in Love
Tethered by Rhyme
Divided by Time.
I had gotten a phone call my new eyeglass prescription was ready. Bifocals, at thirty-nine, I couldn't believe it. My wife and daughter went with me to pick them up at the mall. I must admit, I had no idea how bad my eyes had gotten. When I put(more) them on it was a new world everything razor sharp. Once we got back home we got out of the car and I looked up at the stars. What a shock! I forgot how many stars there were. I told my wife and daughter how amazed I was with my new glasses. We were all looking up in the sky together when I saw a streak of light. Honey, a shooting star, I haven’t seen one for years. Of course that drew their attention to the night sky also. “Hey! I just saw another. It was up there, look in that direction,” I said as I pointed skyward. Jeez another, that’s three. There must be a meteor shower or something. They strained but saw nothing. I said these glasses are great I can’t believe it everything is so sharp and clear. “Another ! I just say another,” I said excitedly, “How neat, my first night looking at the stars with my new glasses and I get to see a meteor shower.” I noticed the moon behind me, and turned to see how clear it was. All of a sudden zip the moon moved just as my ‘shooting stars’ had. I then realized it was the line in my Bifocals. When the stars hit that line they would zip to another position. That was 25 years ago and my wife and my daughter still kid me about my “meteor shower”. (less)
Strange when I read "wear it well" immediately a young lady came to mind:
I was in Mexico City, at an open market. A donkey approached with a young lady on it's back. She was apparently bringing vegetables to sell. Her vegetables were trimmed and gleaned, they looke(more)d picture perfect.
She had dirty feet, as if she had just come from the field. She had VERY tattered cloths but CLEAN. She sat on that donkey with the pride of a Princess. I had seen woman in $1000 outfits that were glowing candles compared to her blazing beauty. She looked absolutely gorgeous. I remember looking at her and realizing it is not the cloths you have to wear, but how you wear them. (less)