Walk With Me
But you can’t have me
Without my words.
I’m not like other men:
I’m solitary
And brooding.
Some nights
I sit in the dark
And listen to the house—
Eavesdrop on conversations
Between the walls...
Ancient dialogues.
I scry antiques
Still bending light rays
From another time.
You can’t expect me
To be like other men
And shut out visions,
Ignore the very dreams
That are solely mine.
In our house
Are little corners
Where the Thirties persist—
Quiet rooms,
Where flappers
Whisper in yellow light;
As I go through rooms
I walk past remnants
Of other times,
And memories
That are solely
Yours and mine.
It seems we are hidden,
Wrapped
In a rainy mist,
And everything before you
Doesn't exist;
So you are my past…
I'll say it again—
If you want me,
You want my words
But words are merely
Cups of rain—
Do you want the mist?
Walk with me in the rain.
A push and pull kind of love represented here. The energetic shifts and the mercurial mood of the piece are notable. Wonderful penning:)
It started off in my mind as an invitation but relationships are push-pull, I think, so as usual it ended up in another place :)
Desde el mismo título es ya una invitación, una invitación para el otro, @johnjgeddes. Pero es una invitación con condiciones: me acompañas pero debes entender mis silencios y mis palabras. Cuando nos entregamos, en esa entrega hay frutos y hojas, las cosas visibles, pero también están las raíces, cosas que no se ven y que en el acompañamiento van saliendo. Esa interrogante al final es firme y definitiva: Quieres la niebla? y uno espera que la respuesta sea sí y sin condición. Que tengas bonita noche, mi estimado.
Amo tus imágenes arbóreas, Nancy, ¡es muy apropiado! Como siempre, eres muy perceptivo :)
Amazing reflection of an nature into words and this poetry holds the deep essence and the essence is about the depth of the feelings. And the depth can be felt where you wrote about the speaking to the house and walls.
And i believe that everyone is different and everyone holds the different essence but unfortunately nowadays we tend to compare ourselves with others, and that gives pain because everyone's life dimensions are different.
People can understand our life and nature when they walk with us and when they talk with us because in that way they can understand who we are and what kind of vision we hold towards the life. Keep up this amazing work.
Wishing you an great day and stay blessed. 🙂
Thank you for your thoughtful reflection - this is an example of what a comment should be like on Steemit - we all want original content, but we need careful readers who write substantive responses
Welcome and thank you so much for your kind appreciations. Stay blessed. 🙂
One of the beauties of love completely accepts you as you are and not moulding you to who you are not. I would like to think the author as seeking to be loved as he is though his tone sometime suggest he has given up on the love. I love the beautiful imagery captured despite the pace and how it finally climaxed in the unknown.
Rain is the only thing which can make our feelings active can you inspire us to do topwork
Whenever you think about the first rain whenever you think to drink it believe me brother it's too yummy into ambitious thanks for the post and importantly to let the know about a person who is totally different thanks brother very happy sharing work very innovative and very adorable so keep up the good work all the best