. . . . . . . did you know that i sit next to you now in the tiniest house of time?

in the raindrops

you know
that you are
the light
that enters
my dark
the eclipse of you
a mystery
opening the door
to me
to my breath that lies floating now
exposed
lost in the raindrops of
knowing the cracks
in the spaces of us
tell a story we have yet to know
touched by the gap between inhaling and
remembering that you
do not leak out of my life
forever in a moment…

© r.e.l. 1/2/11

painting ‘Light Coming into the Cave’ by yvonca

**this post is for Poetry Potluck Week 17 Journey and The Road Ahead (1/9/11-1/15/11) on Jingle Poetry

Received Kreativ Blogger Award from Jingle Poetry

 

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18 Responses

  1. Anonymous

    You do not leak out of my life…
    ever…
    always beautiful Robin
    Thank you
    FS

    January 2, 2011 at 1:23 pm

    • ;)

      January 2, 2011 at 1:32 pm

  2. AWESOME RENDITION…feels like beautiful ying and yang at play. Thank you! :)
    Happy Rally!

    January 2, 2011 at 4:19 pm

    • dark and light… mystery and answer … close and far away.. thank you :)

      January 2, 2011 at 4:38 pm

  3. again, very beautiful

    January 5, 2011 at 6:47 pm

    • thank you… ;)

      January 5, 2011 at 6:58 pm

  4. Listening to the Foo Fighters featuring Norah Jones singing Virginia Moon. Perfect combination. I see your hands dance..

    January 10, 2011 at 3:45 pm

    • i’ll have to find that song and listen… thanks for advice :)

      January 10, 2011 at 4:12 pm

  5. ‘so you do not leak out of my life’
    fantastic image–beautiful poem.

    January 10, 2011 at 6:53 pm

    • thanks for visiting, heather. i was just re-reading your facebook poems. hilarious…

      January 10, 2011 at 7:14 pm

  6. Jingle

    superb entry.

    love your supportive manner.

    Happy Tuesday!

    A+

    January 10, 2011 at 8:13 pm

    • thanks… it’s my nature for my writing. supporting me supporting others.. ;)

      January 10, 2011 at 8:21 pm

  7. The cracks in the spaces, another wonderful line.

    January 11, 2011 at 8:36 am

    • the cracks, the history, have a lot of power huh :)

      January 11, 2011 at 9:23 am

  8. dan

    A powerful poem. I really like it. thank you for sharing.

    January 11, 2011 at 8:11 pm

    • you’re welcome.. thanks for visiting..

      January 11, 2011 at 8:12 pm

  9. this makes me think of my son first and foremost. that love. that unconditional and wonderful love. superb penning poet! Happy Potluck!
    Kellie Elmore

    January 12, 2011 at 10:41 am

    • thanks much :)

      January 12, 2011 at 4:35 pm

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