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STILL I LISTENED
Contributed by
DrcGaimer
on
Saturday, 17th April 2010 @ 08:00:53 PM in AEST
Topic:
LovePoetry
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One would not imagine a ringtone could instigate a divergence of emotions.
Peace and panic,
joy and jitters.
It was her, my novel love.
Limpid brown eyes, silken lips, sheening burnt umber skin, hourglass frame,
emcompassing her urban attitude.
She phoned to reminiscence our evening together.
Before long, we were conveying our lives' stories.
Joys and pains, mental annals of past relationships,
and narratives of family and friends.
We indulged each other as if the night would never end.
After some time, the pace of our conversation began to slow.
As I noticed, that in and out she would go.
For sleep had beseiged her, yet she tried to press.
Until finally, I heard the currents of air enter and exit her chest.
I thought to wake her and bid her goodnight.
Yet her steady, shallow, rhythmic breathing sang beguilingly,
compelling me to refrain.
Hence, still I listened.
Her breathing possessed a voice of it's own, speaking of her in an unconventional way.
As it whispered into my ear, it brought to mind her delivery day.
The first of countless breathes, filling and saturating her lungs.
Her first taste of, as well, her first stride toward independence had begun.
A replicated accomplishment, laboring itself,
awaiting to birth the essence of her being.
Inhaling, exhaling.
Inhaling, exhaling.
Persisting it's tale.
The sole provider of oxygen, which nourished each of her cells.
The true nucleus of her existence.
Manufacturing from within, all that she would be outwardly.
Contour, skin, hair, eyes, lips.
For the canvas would not illustrate the stroke of the artist's brush,
without the paint which was upon it's tip.
Affording her every occurrence and encounter,
likewise fueling the memory of,
fostering her nature through their interpretations.
Bearing witness to whom she was, and all she could be.
Assisting her in enduring her sorrow and tears.
Rejoicing with her in her laughter and happiness.
A constant companion,
until that day when they both would depart.
I thought to wake her and bid her goodnight.
Yet, still I listened.
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DrcGaimer
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Re: STILL I LISTENED
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by northernlights on
Saturday, 17th April 2010 @ 10:30:31 PM AEST
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| A unique and original write,listening to and being reminded of that which we vitally need to stay alive, the detailed and meaningful life personal and warm that it has sustained, then the melancholy of when that no longer sustains that life,beautiful last two lines with so much depth of love and meaning |
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Re: STILL I LISTENED
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 18th April 2010 @ 01:43:55 AM AEST
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This poem and your experience brought back fond memories of times like this for me.
I used to love to hear her ringtone!!! Then, yes, we'd talk for hours until she usually pooped out and I would listen to her softly breathe as she slept on the other end and then I would eventually hang up or fall asleep too.
This is definitely one of those poems that I wished I had written. Goodness, gracious...love it!!!!
"I thought to wake her and bid her goodnight.
Yet, still I listened."
Yeah, no kidding. Perfectly done...at least in my opinion.
Thank you for sharing and thank you for bringing back a very similar memory for me.
Tim
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