(Since the age of 11, all I valued in life was love, all I cared about was
finding my soulmate, my own true love – everything else was secondary)
All my life I wanted to know myself.
Place the answers inside a silver wand,
then if black rain ran over me
I could wave it to an infinite world.
There were wind children in my dream
who stood on the tops of lopsided hills,
at times all their innocence
could sway the pain from my soul.
You were there of course
in flannel robes beneath the sky.
Each day you’d hold my trembling body
to be still against the rain.
At night I hid from you
afraid to touch the curls around your face,
afraid to look into your eyes
and see the reflection of my age.
I was young for you,
so I needed gypsy laughter with twilight ‘round my mind,
I needed golden rings to blaze across my life,
and all the hopes of my poor dreams to scare me.
I needed to know what not to do to meet you –
to step into the night and have you hold me,
to let the dream fall to its death beneath my feet.
pattyv
Powerful words. I enjoy your poetry very much.
That is beautiful, Patty. I feel your art, your dreams, your nightmares. I want to touch those curls with you, to help you find love. Did you?
Dear Patty:
Your colorful love poem sways through time, space and emotions so well. I loved it!
Patty, as always your poetry is intriguing and I love some of your imagery and the sweep of your words.
Some I confess evades me and would love to hear you tell me more!
Your work is fascinating. Vividly painted images flash through my mind, and I feel I understand the piece, but then a reference or metaphor eludes me and I wonder if I really do. Thanks for the recurring chances to exercise my mind!
Patty, I always look forward to your submissions. I’m not a poet but, as a long-form narrative writer, I’m so impressed with the feelings you deliver in such few, wonderfully chosen, words. Like abstract art, readers can find their own resonance and meaning which undoubtedly will differ, one from the other.