This week's prompt for One Single Impression is "stardust." Hmmm. Tough one. I've written the poem below in 5-7-5 lines, but they aren't really haiku. I probably should have just written what I wanted to say and left the count out since it isn't coming out very well. But I didn't, so this is what you get.
I tried to present it graphically and you should be able to click on the picture and read the text full size, but just in case...
For Rick
Looking at your face
My eyes were filled with stardust
Though not right away
Hearing your wise voice
My mind awoke to new worlds
Looking in your eyes
My heart broke open at last
You changed who I was
Did you love me back?
Not how I wanted, maybe
But I think you did
Better than romance
(Though that's not what I thought then)
You gave me myself
You saw things in me
Urged me to trust my own voice
To express myself
You nurtured my soul
Got me to speak thoughts aloud
To sing my soul's joy
What a gift you were
Man of unrequited love
What more could I have asked for
You showed me my Self
Not what I wanted
Or at least I wanted more
I wanted passion
I wanted touch and kisses
It seems foolish now
And not so foolish either
Love is what it is
Love is always good
Even when unrequited
It's been many years
Since God reclaimed your goodness
Are you stardust now?
I think you must be
You were stardust then, alive
A healer of lives
Dear beloved friend
You gave me so very much
Stardust in my heart
If not for your love
I don't know who I would be
But I would not be me
I Love you,
Katherine
21 comments:
Beautifully written Raven. Lovely way to interpret that special prompt. Hugs, G
Such a wonderful tribute. Sometimes the people who do not give us what we think we want, give us the most of what we need! Thank you for sharing.
Beautifully written and deeply touching. I love the line about being stardust while alive.
Such a marvellously heartfelt tribute.
dear Raven/Katherine--
Thank you for this--I could have written it myself, about John--who is now stardust, and always was...and who died on New Year's Day, 1993...
Thank you for putting into words what I've never quite been able to, about him...although I've done a lot of other work with him and his graced imprint on my life...
Happiest of new years to you--
Raven, that was beautiful, just so beautiful. Rick must have been a big influence in your life.
Great shadow photos! You are a multi talented woman.
thank you so much for sharing.
unrequited love or not, there's always something to learn from love :)
The poem is really very well written. The form doesn't detract from the words at all. I think it was a good choice. It gives the words more impact.
.."I don't know who I would be
But I would not be me"_
-reading the poem i can hear the music behind the verse-
(may be i imagine i do) -that is why i like the poem..many thanks indeed..
what a wonderful ode, heartfelt and beautiful
This is a beautiful tribute. Love is never wasted. It sounds like this relationship enriched and nurtured your life in ways a romance, no matter how wonderful, might not have.
This is a stunningly beautiful thank-you! Gorgeous.
So lovely, Raven. The love shines through/
"Are you stardust now?
I think you must be
You were stardust then, alive"
Beautiful lines. Such a wonderful tribute.
So touching. Very heartfelt one.
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A beautifully written tribute... stardust sings here.
This is just beautiful. It makes me think we all could write such a love poem to someone now gone from our lives. You showed me myself not what I wanted... wow.
Thank you Katherine, this is sooooo nice reading. I surely was not ready for the reclaiming of him by God. I do believe I would feel that way if Mrs. Jim passes before me. I do anyway, now. I was a regular mess when she found me.
I took the liberty of reading the posts you have since this. Barclay has a right to be perturbed. While we know he is correct in his feeling, "Why do these humans wish to interfere with God's plan?" we know that God's plan if for us to be steward of the earth, taking care of the likes of Barclay.
That house in the snow looks a lot like that of my childhood home.
http://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/search/label/Jim%27s%20old%20home%20place
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Great job attempting the 5-7-5 format! I'm sure it wasn't easy but you made it seem so with your beautiful tribute!
So beautiful, "My eyes filled with stardust" This is an amazing piece, thank you for sharing it. (thank your for stopping by to comment on mine).
I think you are right about the constraints of the 5-7 count. . . I suggest that you free the poem from the count and play with it. The poem feels jerky but you have some great images so don't let them go.
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