This is so powerful, real, and raw. I really appreciate you sharing this, Chuck, thank you. Life has these moments as it does other joyful or clearer occasions. No apologies necessary, that's such a compelling memory on the prompt! <3
I can also relate to this core conflict of "walls that had grown up / with no clue how to start tearing them down" in my own father dynamic <3 These days, I try to move with compassion for that, because I hardly have an answer, at least yet. Much love this Father's Day!
This story resonates quite vividly with me. And for so many of us on this Father's Day. Dick Lourie has a splendid poem "How do we Forigve our Fatherrs," spoken wonderfully, by the character Thomas at the end of the movie "Smoke Signals."
Chuck, this is an amazing and beautiful poem! And what makes it so beautiful to me are the same words Jillian used, because it is powerful, real and raw! There is also this wonderful tension in here between vulnerability and strength. Love it!
What a wonderful prompt. I also tend to communicate with the eyes, always congnizant of those people, cultures and identities that do not customarily do so, or for whom doing so has become threatening or unsafe. Certainly eyes can be wonderful vehicles for the language of love, and for our wide emotional spectrum. Looking at you all today.
This one is exquisite! "your eyes tell a story, beckon me to enter, become a part, of sheer wildness and ecstatic wonder" SO amazing when we are with someone where our eyes tell it all without words. Beautifully done here with words!
Related to this, all the ways we see or not see for that matter. How we hide and how we let others in. Wonderful! "It is easy to get caught up with life and not see people with our own eyes." Great line, and so indicative of our times right now!
Five years ago I had a profound dream that to this day has left a deep impact in my life. It was about eyes. After the dream, everywhere I looked there were eyes. A very sacred and intensely vulnerable experience. Lasting a few days... This poem is in honor of that dream
.
Everywhere eyes.
Sacred apertures, gateways into existence.
Not looking, but seeing,
not observing, but intimate.
Everywhere eyes.
Each crevice found in tree bark.
Pores in every leaf opening and closing.
The fiery ball that arcs across the skies.
Within the numerous shadows upon the Moon.
Countless stars blinking through the night.
Everywhere eyes.
I gaze into your various doorways,
portals to our precious souls.
Orbs that speak of many tales and stories.
Both of hardship and woe, wonders and beauty.
Intermingling vulnerabilities across teeny and vast spaces.
This is a remarkable poem, Julie. Thank you for sharing your poerful dream, your vision. I love the term "everywhere eyes." And the term "sacred apertures..." This poem has so much depth, and is integrating multiple dimensions and levels. A very beautiful work of art!
This is absolutely, lovely and beautiful, Jillian. Your words flow and the imagery is so rich and full, and the tenderness and understanding in each line tell a marvelous story of connection and love. I really love your poems, and this one stays with me in my heart always.
After i packed away my little league glove,
We were two strangers
living in the same house.
Work, $, smokin',drinkin',
& a stroke or two,
vs. drugs and girls
& trying to grow up #2 of 4.
we both did our own thing.
trying a run with no real plan,
We collide at church.
Thru pleading tears of,
I guess, frustration,
at the walls that had grown up,
with no clue how to start tearing them down,
dad proclaims:
"I'd tear out my eyes and give them to you, if that would make things better".
Weird, I thought.
This is so powerful, real, and raw. I really appreciate you sharing this, Chuck, thank you. Life has these moments as it does other joyful or clearer occasions. No apologies necessary, that's such a compelling memory on the prompt! <3
I can also relate to this core conflict of "walls that had grown up / with no clue how to start tearing them down" in my own father dynamic <3 These days, I try to move with compassion for that, because I hardly have an answer, at least yet. Much love this Father's Day!
This is quite lovely, Chuck, and a story rich and powerful on this Father's Day. Peace be with you.
This story resonates quite vividly with me. And for so many of us on this Father's Day. Dick Lourie has a splendid poem "How do we Forigve our Fatherrs," spoken wonderfully, by the character Thomas at the end of the movie "Smoke Signals."
Chuck, this is an amazing and beautiful poem! And what makes it so beautiful to me are the same words Jillian used, because it is powerful, real and raw! There is also this wonderful tension in here between vulnerability and strength. Love it!
(sorry, that scene, probably 50 years old, jumped first & vivid into my head from your prompt, fingers got away from me)
A poem for my husband, today:
Like the ocean
I long to get lost in,
where I find myself
.
Like the sky
without limit,
without pretense
.
Like sadness
teaching me patience,
teaching me kindness
.
Your eyes are breathless blue,
reflecting back my love for you.
Breathless blue.🙂
What a beautiful tribute, love poem, reflection. Very touching.
This is truly beautiful, A. What a true love ❤️ poem! Happy Father’s Day to your husband!
What a wonderful prompt. I also tend to communicate with the eyes, always congnizant of those people, cultures and identities that do not customarily do so, or for whom doing so has become threatening or unsafe. Certainly eyes can be wonderful vehicles for the language of love, and for our wide emotional spectrum. Looking at you all today.
Eyes
Long after you have gone,
I remember your eyes,
splendid and dark
summoning arc of gentle commitment.
Rich with hope, alive with truth,
invitation to rest,
for a moment,
for a spell,
for a lifetime.
Poetry in place,
your eyes tell a story,
beckon me to enter,
become a part,
of sheer wildness
and ecstatic wonder.
Passage to your soul,
tunnel of love,
beacon of light,
shining across
the misty water.
Even in the deafening silence
Your eyes tell me
all
I need to know.
I love you poems Larry! There is this beautiful and deep sweetness that runs through them. Expressions of love.
This one is exquisite! "your eyes tell a story, beckon me to enter, become a part, of sheer wildness and ecstatic wonder" SO amazing when we are with someone where our eyes tell it all without words. Beautifully done here with words!
eyes
they have always
reveal so much
to me when
I look at others
to be more specific
people that I notice
regretfully
it is easy to get
caught up with life
and not see people
with our own eyes
the windows to the soul
giving so much away
telling a the world
of joy and pain
and for those
lucky enough
love for someone
for those of us
unfortunate enough
disappointment in those
same eyes
babies, toddlers, children
show their awe
for the world
in those eyes
a pure honesty
and amazement
that life causes us
to hide behind
shades and masks
but the stronger
the feelings
the less likely to hide
we can choose to see
and we can choose
avoid being seen
by downward gaze
they can show
our love and
can see with compassion
they can roll at
the outrageous and
they can glare and stare
signaling disgust and hatred
what do you use
your eyes for
most often?
Related to this, all the ways we see or not see for that matter. How we hide and how we let others in. Wonderful! "It is easy to get caught up with life and not see people with our own eyes." Great line, and so indicative of our times right now!
My daughter would roll her eyes when she had had enough of me. Drove me abosolutely crazy nuts.
Five years ago I had a profound dream that to this day has left a deep impact in my life. It was about eyes. After the dream, everywhere I looked there were eyes. A very sacred and intensely vulnerable experience. Lasting a few days... This poem is in honor of that dream
.
Everywhere eyes.
Sacred apertures, gateways into existence.
Not looking, but seeing,
not observing, but intimate.
Everywhere eyes.
Each crevice found in tree bark.
Pores in every leaf opening and closing.
The fiery ball that arcs across the skies.
Within the numerous shadows upon the Moon.
Countless stars blinking through the night.
Everywhere eyes.
I gaze into your various doorways,
portals to our precious souls.
Orbs that speak of many tales and stories.
Both of hardship and woe, wonders and beauty.
Intermingling vulnerabilities across teeny and vast spaces.
Everywhere eyes.
Sacred apertures into existence.
Not looking, but seeing,
not observing, but intimate.
This is a remarkable poem, Julie. Thank you for sharing your poerful dream, your vision. I love the term "everywhere eyes." And the term "sacred apertures..." This poem has so much depth, and is integrating multiple dimensions and levels. A very beautiful work of art!
Thanks Larry. appreciate it!
This is absolutely, lovely and beautiful, Jillian. Your words flow and the imagery is so rich and full, and the tenderness and understanding in each line tell a marvelous story of connection and love. I really love your poems, and this one stays with me in my heart always.