It's just a driveway....fifty feet of fifty year old gravel, limestone, river rocks lining the lane. Flattened pennies, heads down, are crunched into the mix, a poor man's coquina. There are no signs here. "Keep out" or "welcome" either. It's not one-way only. You're free to come and go. And welcome is a given....But there comes a time.
I opened the window, the kiss of freedom, planted like a forever tattoo on his cheek, tracing-paper thin, and should have known......
He'd be back. Crunching the gravel....
Breaking up is hard to, letting go is harder.....
And I don't believe in the last dance, the last kiss, the last good-bye.....but rather the good film, the best movie ever, snapped, broken in the middle of the reel, and the ending never known, but imagined in everyway. And the story frozen. Just so and perfect. Not tainted by cliche's and punchlines. Destroyed by the very act of salvaging. And I told him so....
There at the river. Skinny legs dangling over the side of the makeshift embankment. Blue eyes and brown eyes together in the quiet, dragonflies dancing on the muddy water the only sound. And we smiled. At the enchanted ballet they played for us. Periwinkle and lavender girls, fluttering by in transluscent petticoats, shimmery sugary tu-tus, buzzing, splashing, on the rheumy dancefloor. They circled above us, waltz of the flowers, a halo of dragonflies.....and followed us to the car. I paused, with the door open, before climbing into the seat, as they passed in a pastel parade, and waited for their kiss....
The engine, as throaty and scratchy as our left over voices from the night before, took over the silence. Engulfed it. And we drove here, to the painted house, to the poor man's driveway where the engine idled, hovered, hot breath on the miles beneath us.
"Say the words" I whispered....climbing out , unfolding.
I watched him through the dusky swirls of lime, as he backed out. First gear. Almost second.
Right hands to our own lips,
the kiss...
right hands raised to the sky,
stretching,
fingers in a V.........
peace~love
we whispered to the wind....
40 comments:
Melancholy, yet hopeful . . .
Givin' it to the wind . . .
Sublime . . .
Love it! This says so much about you--like all your stuff does.
Nothing in the world like a good, meanigful drive, all the thoughts buzzing between two people like hornets drinking cheap champaigne because it's free--a kiss being the only seal on the deal, even if it is only infered, even if the lips never trully meet but only flirt in ravished desire welling from deep sources.
The wind carries it, this kiss and it's free spirit, as do the buzzing thoughts going round our heads, and the yellow lady sun shining down from her temple mount...
She shines down, glad to see two people sacrifice their love, instead of one another. No blood flows, only memories and the Redwine River babbling and flowing toward the sea. The door is waiting--open it. The wind may soon need a home, as well.
oceans..."Givin' it to the wind" ... those words alone could have titled or told this entire story.....Thank you.....
eric....now you know why I was so struck by the prose on the porch, fatefully intertwined with real life, as if you peered in through a glass ball, and wrote from the skies.....in real time....and what I simply didn't include here, you touched on anyway, and so it was....just like that.
"The wind may soon need a home, as well"......
Sometimes the things whispered can be the quiet gifts in our lives. Glad you see this.
I figure that you found out what a cicada is now or maybe you already knew what they were but you just needed to refresh your mind? I love them, they're incredible and beautiful creatures :)
I love your writing style, you express your thoughts so clearly and intriguingly. :)
Expensive incense, lol. :D How do Winston's taste? I've had almost every other cigarette you can think of but not Winston's yet.
Take care, Mavin. :)
spongy....funny, I don't think that anything loud has profoundly affected me like the quiet things. Perhaps, it's the respect we give to the words, or the moments.....you are so right, my wise friend.....when you are compelled to listen, to hear, not forced to, the words are bigger and the spaces in between electrifying.....
mavin.....like dragonflies with cricket souls.....
ok, I'll try, And I remember yours, the hot-ice cold peppermint york smoke....probably better than my own.....
Winstons are dry, like August heat, and raspy like barroom smoke, and the smoke circles are blue, which should scare me, but they dance like perfect ghost donuts, and so they don't.....
the smoke cicles
rise and bend
their shape twisting
into figure eights
and wisp-thin ovals
perfect bracelets
for the wind
to offer
as a gift
Bittersweet....but very wise....I think this is advice I`ve been needing....thank you.
River rocks and dragonflies...
final hellos & fledging goodbyes...
There was no breeze at the river today. None at all. Everything hung in the air, just waiting ...
P&L Sister, ILYSFM
eric....always doing figure eights, even in my sleep, figure eights, the perfect bracelet.....a gift, I never knew.....
karma.... peace~love my friend, and the aftertaste is bittersweet, but isn't life?.....and love? and everything in between? I wouldn't trade it for anything...because I lived and laughed and learned and for that, I have peace and the promise of more to come.....
because I believe....
slb.....the wind is waiting in the wings. And she's a quick change artist off stage.....waiting for the que.....
You speak for us all. That's a description everyone can identify with ....
mwah! ilysssvm
As Skinny would say, "mwahhh hahaha"
clink!
Waiting... For a Gift I Never Knew
Singleton, SLB, E1313
Winstons are dry--when you light one up you know that the desert must taste like this too, when it's burning in the summertime blaze. They taste like August heat, raspy like barroom smoke, and the smoke circles are blue like false lightning flaring under glass, which should scare me, but they dance like perfect ghost donuts, like pale blue dragonflies hovering over the river, and so they don't...
The smoke circles
rise with no wind,
their shape twisting
into figure eights
and wisp-thin ovals
that lead to another
universe tearing asunder,
perfect bracelets
for the wind
to offer
as a gift
to a lover dear enough
to be blessed by
her touch.
...always doing figure eights,
even in my sleep, figure eights,
the perfect bracelet...a gift,
I never knew...
Only dreamt of...
The river rocks and dragonflies...
Everything around me zinging with
life's dance, but we are not alive
or dead
we are only here,
in a now world,
saying final hellos,
mouthing fledging goodbyes...
There was no breeze at the river today.
None at all.
The dragonflies were above,
darting through the hazy hoops,
the lazy eights drifting on nothing
hanging in air, perfect blue
bracelets, gateways
to another world
beyond the golden sky.
I light up once more
tasting the desert
in full bloom heat.
A smoke circle rose
in near still-life,
drifting perfection.
The entire world was hushed;
everything hung in the air
waiting...
eric...you are an artist there is no doubt about it. I love how your mind can pass a word, a thought, a notion and can swirl it into a whole new life. It's a gift, in this case, from you to Sing & I ...TY.
Ah, the process, and practice of letting go.
So very sad, but it's better to let go than have it stripped away.
david....there should be peace in the coming and the going.....
Eric..."The entire world was hushed;
everything hung in the air
waiting..."
yes, much like that, very much so like that, thank you my friend...
slb....not a sound, no stirring of the air, just dragon flies there.... let the peace dance begin! ILYSVVFM!
justrun....And like everything else in our lives, we learn......
suchacoolcat....Amen! Amen! Amen! or worse yet, to find it lost and grapple at nothing, clinging to what might have been....
Thank god he said it.
Peace love baby.
xo
Blue
Great f*n story Singy. As per usual shugs.
I'm home. Craziness keeps me away from my writing. Keeps me from saying hello to you.
Glad you liked the arragement. When I read the words you two spoke, along with the lines I wrote back to you earlier that day, it all clicked. What a beautiful language you to spek to each other--sister's intuition and the brush of wild poetry and colors of free will and the dreams you speak of without always naming them. I was inspired by that whole language--it's already poetic. It made me realize the whole thing was already writen.
Thank you both for opening up another world to me, one that lets me be free with the words. Bless you both, and your sisters too. so, so, SO much.
peace~love
singleton...
gifts you never knew you gave..have to be the best...perhaps the magic may be broken if i said what it was, then again maybe not...
you've given me the gift of psychedelically colored words that match your drawings...you write like the wind and i'm thankful to be able to ketch each snippet in your time..
{{hugz}}
K
:)
blue...he knew how to say it all along...and I think you must have heard the words in the wind, the summer song......"peace~love, baby".....echoing through the trees
eric....This is crazy, we're all hanging from trumpet vines swinging from one surreal movie set to the next...and the scenes keep changing, faster than we can change costumes or faces! Yes, craziness....SLB and I are feeling a porch party, waiting in the wings.
peace~love on these crazy times
karoline....ahhh, sweet child, If we could all just sit, piled up on a wall, legs dangling to the bottomless earth, faces to the sun.....and share our stories....Imagine the trinkets we'd all go home with.....TY
I wanted to come by and say thank you for your words. Here's to peace, love and ending the silence....
Thanks once again for your stories. Oh to write as beautifully as you do! Reading here feels as though I'm hiding behind some underbrush, secretly listening in, my heart softly racing, my imagination straining to see more of your world.
Yes, Singleton,
I agree with you whole-heartedly about peace being the necessary ingredient.
And your mention of ``driveway'' has triggered a great memory. Will post something and link the post to you ....
Keep smiling
David
karma....yes, silence is powerful in the wind, in prayer....in peace, but for the rest...we have to play the music loud, blast it out the windows, scream it....and sometimes it's not all honky-tonk, rock and roll, sometimes it just has to be heard. To free ourselves....and lead the way for others. I thought of you for hours, and of my own tea-stained story.... I am so wishing you peace~love~love~love~and a voice above a whisper, people need to know......
wizened....ahh, you made me smile, funny by I could have sworn there were eyes upon us that day.....Maybe just the dragonflies and butterflies, I don't know, but they were watching......
David....always peace. And yeah, driveways, the comings and goings of it all!
i love this photo. breaking up is hard to do... but, staying together can be even harder.
Hello to you, there... mermaid ressurected on the seashore
how's it swayin' today, friend? stormy weather like always up here but I'm good for the storm. I've seen a thousand of them.
read back into the pages furthest down the wall last night. Your words are incredile and getting better in many ways but some of the things were so wild I couldn't believe it, like finding golden ladies in the sun welcoming me into their holy land.
Jonesin' for peace, found it on the walls layered soul deep, rows of souls that reasured me that there's a better world around me that that which I see around me.
...ate a pb&bannanaslices sandwich and went to bed early. It was nice for a change. Love very simplest things of life.
mindy...I loved the moment, probably my most favorite, shadow dancing.....or maybe not, there were a zillion.....
eric...Now I'm jonesin' for a pb and banana sandwich! Guy, you got me going! And yes I found you there, hanging out on the basement stairs, where the old stuff lives...musty, dusty, cherished. And now you know,
figure 8's
and all that hoo-hah
and maybe why I was so surprised you knew me
before you
went there....
peace~love~paint the walls
The threads were dark and worn thin,
the black silky night vision-underwear
for her
dangling in front of my face and I know it even by smell
and somwhere the reaper smiles.
the angry serpents
and the smile
reflected in her dagger at my throat
I'm sure it looks divine with the light flaring in her eyes like star death.
everything
she is
or everything I thought
she is
was
or will be
telling me its just not my day anymore;
she won't let me play god
with her
anymore
she wants me to lay my cards down
and tally up the score
the only way out
is straight up
the deus ex machina
is out of order
at the windixie market
so I told her where
the little lacy black silk spun
spiderqueen sex-goddes
corset six sizes
to small for her
came from.
She didn't smile this time
Her dagger smiled for her
Her jaw was set for the kill
the flames melted my face from my bones
and gallows of guilt were built
in a day--
yesterday
I left out the victoria secret part
She didn't want to hear that, anyway.
I'm dead and buried and forgotten
write now, doomed--
history.
Sing!
What you are saying is exactly the feeling I had while reading it.
It was like 'so of course!' when I saw everything. Amazing.
Guess that's just a side effect of being long lost friends who finally met each other on the web of the world. Kinda like that, i say. What do you thnk?
Peace~love~ and no, I've never had anything like that poem happen to me, my break ups are usually worse. Just a good thread I started spinning.
That is so very sweet.
beautiful ~as always
eric....I love it! And no, I've not had one that way either, but always there's a story to tell....and this one dear was a black widows windowpane cracked.....eeerily beautiful! peace~love~ and pbjs~
orhan....
and she.....
well the love story was beautiful, and sweet, and everything peace~love could be, the ending had to be the same.....and like every good book, it had to stop somewhere......we've been so blessed to not create a tacky sequel, but to have found extra pages, perhaps tucked into the back...whisk away by the ocean's breeze....and landing at our feet, a message, a moment, in a bottle....
Beautiful ~ simply beautiful.
angelamarie...TY for understanding,, and I know you do!
I have been enjoying catching up on things here. It's as though I am reliving these wonderful memories all over again. Baby, This one was beautiful. It was a nice moment for me as well. The dragonflies danced (without folded arms)to their own beat. So did we.
Sweet Anon....
Because we were free....
Say the words.....
peace~love
What a great one that was...
I have my post...
Gifts... from me to you and SLB...
but you and SLB give me gifts, as well... Inspired gifts
the river
the dragonflies
and the peace they bring with them.
Peace
&
Love
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