In the moments just before ink marks the page I know that words will fall short. For who could capture Her with mere paper and ink? But I am compelled to try hoping that my attempt, though clumsy and sophomoric, may in some small way reflect back the beauty that I have recognized in Her.
She is new to me, yet I have known her forever. Even so I have just begun to experience, to comprehend Her. She has captured my attention and stirred longings thought bruised beyond rising. It is now Her face I seek, Her call that I await. And in the between times I remember, I wonder, I muse.
I remember Her form, Her fragrance, the way She fits my body. I wonder how it is that she has so easily assumed this place with me. I muse about the meaning of this dance begun between she and I.
With Me she is familiar. She is bold but not brazen. Her confidence is that of assumed kinship and intimacy. How is it that She feels like Home? How is it that a raging passion and peaceful sweet rest can co-exist?
She is dainty yet powerful. I have watched a dull room energized at Her approach. Men straighten themselves in hopeful anticipation of Her glance or smile, grateful for any small attention. Women appraise Her, hoping for an ally, dreading competition with Her light.
Her smile is a magic thing. It is infectious and sensual. Her mouth shaped in anger is pouty and full beneath a furrowed brow.
Her movement is fluid and natural as a young doe. She is at ease and alert. She is finely wrought and utterly feminine, Her spirit at home in Her flesh.
To be near Her awakens slumbering passion. To be apart calls forth the Poet, the Bard. She now has claimed Her place in His story. She is now set apart. Sleeping Beauty can now awaken, at least for the moments that the Poet can guard Her heart.
But harken to me! It is a dangerous thing to call forth the Poet and awaken the Princess. The story will unfold with many unseen twists and turns. Exquisite will be the rapture. Exquisite will be the torment. Yet that is the nature of the play. Both comedy and tragedy are required. Such things are always risky. But perhaps the Poet and his Muse can create between them a place where the songs can live.
Thank you for stopping by here.
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That was lovely.
I’m so glad I caught you Liking me today, because I came over here to tell you I’d stopped by to point out your lack of writing. Wellllll….it wasn’t you! I have re-subscribed. I hate these sortsa glitches. :/ Terribly sorry.
You were right. I’ve not written much lately. I’ve been doing projects around the house. Kinda physical poetry I guess. It is lovely to me that you wiuld miss y scribbles. I had gotten a bit tired of hearing my own voice. Perhaps I shall pick up my crayons and write some more. Thank you for being here. Plato.
No, you’re not. I enjoy talking about this kind of stuff, too. I struggled with it as well. Nite.
Sorry I can get preachy. I enjoy our conversations about this stuff
What if I were to tell you that you came into this world dissatisfied and no matter what you do, how you look for answers, how much you beat yourself up you will never find whatever it is that’s missing to fix your soul? What kind of response does that illicit from you? (Not being cheeky here, serious.)
Then it is all a farce and none of the stories are true and debauchery and righteousness are nothing more than life-stye choices. It is the dissatisfaction in every story that leads to every journey. I am not looking for perfect but I do require peace not a stoic resignation and acceptance.
Oh! You’re getting all educational on me here. I was going more in the direction of WHAT IF some souls are just destined to wander forever. But let me ask you this. When you refer to stories, what exactly are you referring to? Have you ever read “Women Who Run With The Wolves?”
Yes a long time ago. I am talking about any of the stories including the bible which claim there is an answer or allude to a resolution. “Romance” used in the classic sense. The material in us that even Tolkien or Titanic or Braveheart stirs up. Mythic in its positive usage. Any of them which contain the pattern of problem crisis change resolution or answer. I don’t require a particular resolution because all true stories are metaphor in the best sense. But I do require a resolution. If there is none, if there is no path then there is no truth. Then life is a purely biological function and all belief is an illusion. And I refuse to accept that
Well that makes sense. Thanks for explaining. I guess I feel the same way or I could let things go easier.
It’s interesting that this is an older piece and yet you didn’t realize her significance in your life. Or did you? (Grrrrr…. My mouse just died.)
If my hypothesis is correct (this would be the Priest) the source of all of this has been with me from the start. I surely can not speak for everyone but I believe it is the source of longing, desire, passion, etc. I have projected it outward most of my life to G.I Joes, making touchdowns, girl friends, success, lovers, etc. While all of those things can be wonderful they never satiated the hunger or the restlessness. Where I find myself now is aware that there is nothing outside myself that can answer the call. It is my own abandoned Soul which has been calling to me. There is a similar pattern even in the biblical story which at the highest level is a romance which ends in consummation of the bride and the groom after Jesus starts drinking wine again. Got to have a party first. Remember he swore off till then.
That is really beautiful and tender. But I’m getting confused in your characters again. This is not the one you call your soul? So how many “aspects” or whatever the word are there in your entourage. (LOL is that an apt word or what!)
I always have to listen twice. It’s a little like going to a movie for me. If the score is good I will often miss large parts of the action as I’m listening. It’s the same thing. The first time through I just feel it. Then I have to go back and read the words with it.
It’s terrific.
It’s Her. I wrote it before I knew who I was actually writing to. And as you know that has been a realization long time in coming. It is a little older than some of these. And I guess it is a little more about the internal process than directly to Her so to speak
” So how many “aspects” or whatever the word are there in your entourage. (LOL is that an apt word or what!)” 🙂 the voices in my head. As far as my characters most of all of what I have posted especially the “romantic stuff would have come from the “Rebel” in the little story.