Off The Beaten Path

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Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some people move our souls to dance. They awaken us to new understanding with the passing whisper of their wisdom. Some people make the sky more beautiful to gaze upon. They stay in our lives for awhile, leave footprints on our hearts, and we are never ever the same.

Monday, April 7

Gently


Someone wrote this for me long ago. I just found it tucked away in my poems file.


We reach out to hold each others hand.

I am Content to Enjoy the Words I
Feel through Your Touch,
Your Fingers Speak to me . . .
Tenderly and with Compassion.

I am Relaxed in an Awareness.

The Air is Soft with the Gentleness
I Feel with You.

10 comments:

Dr.John said...

The picture and the poem go together well.

Lo Kelween said...

ehm...i dont understand what's the purpose of using capital letters in some words...but it's beautiful and soft. :)

Anonymous said...

Nice. A perfect, sweet memory.

Neoma said...

Hi Dr. John, thank you. This picture is one that won the National Geographic Wild Animal Award. It is a real photo.....

Neoma said...

Hi Elween, thank you, as to the capitals, no purpose whatsoever. haha. It was written by a person, who when I first met him, wrote everything in ALL capitals. It was just his personality. He wasn't always grammatically correct with his writing. I only changed one word in this poem, but I just copied and pasted, so it just as he sent it to me.....

Neoma said...

Hi Quilly, it is one of the good memories, unfortunately the bad out weighted the good when it came to him, alas, we broke up....

Ginco said...

This is ever so lovely! He must have been a wonderfully romantic man! !
The birds are beautiful, but then I love all feathery creatures!

Burfica said...

that's a beautiful poem, and that picture it totally awesome!!!

Neoma said...

HI ginco, yes, he was, very romantic, that is the one thing that I will always remember about him. He had a very romantic nature, but by the same token, he was jealous to the point of unreason. And had some anger issues.

Neoma said...

Burfica,Thank you...he wrote me many poems, I saved most of them. I think I counted 41 in all. Most are very personal, all are romantic. Some are sad, and heartwrenching. He once said about himself, he had the emotions of a teenager. And he had about as much self control. I still love him, but you can't always have everything you want or love, sometimes you just got to let it go. For the good of everyone. Even him.

April 7, 2008 7:33 PM