you had time to save me
thank you is not the same
without you here
to stare into
to touch with my fingertips
lightly
seconds pass by loudly
as sand moves through time
enunciating each tick
impatiently, i allow my wandering senses
to embrace simple thoughts of you,
every memory relived
…a teardrop—of joy—on my pillow,
and i know i am reaching out
for your grasp
to taste you in a form
that exceeds words
yet you are an apparition
of time that happens,
but not here in my moment
dear illusion,
please show me where you and now coexist
so that i know
because i have learned
how to stop time…
i will find you
interlaced with me
never forgetting
that in the midst of it all
you found time to save me
all i have i will give to you
i will give you
me
© r.e.l. 3/12/13
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that in i mixed with you
as soon as i told you
you wouldn’t let me go
touch me again
as i turn you inside out
dynamic and raw
drawn to climb into me with your eyes
smile speaking with textures, words uncovered
you know that already
you knew all along
lightly touching
our cells fuse
you know, as do i,
that in i
mixed with you
there is nothing to hide
all along we’ve been
a river containing all that we have tasted,
and verses to stories we have yet to ascend into
as mountains of a dream
that would be ours
© r.e.l. 10/28/09
time stopped thru raindrops
when time stops
through raindrops
i’ll know you are
here
with me
touching me
with your unknown
as silence will be shattered with speech, in small droplets
as it is, as it will be, as it always has been…
© r.e.l. 6/19/12
image by simeon schatz
a single embrace
sometimes even
a
single
embrace
a touch
can help you build anew
…although vulnerable
as pieces inside of you
are ebbing, are fading,
you learn how to be alive
resilient, supple
and tiptoe forward
soles to the earth
step by step
to prize your beautiful
life
© r.e.l. 6/10/12
[also posted on redbubble]
with a secret
before you knew me
i felt you …
knowing me,
piercing me
to the core
with a secret
unspoken
let me know when
you’re ready
to do it again
remember, i’m your innuendo
© r.e.l. 5/5/12
image by simeon schatz
Posted for Poetry Picnic 5/6-5/13/12 on Gooseberry Garden
as crazy as you
imagine me
as crazy as you
in your forest
that smiles with your sound
i see you
don’t go
touch me again
in only a second
…i knew you
© r.e.l. 10/23/11
image by s i m s h a
Posted for Poetry Picnic 10/23-10/30/11 on Gooseberry Garden
same wind
connect with me now
in your mirrored
reflection
where a thought
can send
just a ripple,
transfixed
send me a part
of you
in the place where
we touch
the same wind
© r.e.l. 9/17/11
Posted for Poetry Picnic 9/18-9/24/11 on Gooseberry Garden
blowing dust, always touching
if only for a second
….blow the dust
……..from your mind
…………the sands of time
…………….and follow me…
did you think
this act would….
tingle your spine?……..
restrict the narrow…………
spaces that you call ‘you‘?…………….
what if this place
….your perfect harmony
……..touches the rest,
…………always essence
…………….never hindering?
your
blood….
flowing……..
just holding lightly…………
© r.e.l. 6/25/11
image by simsha
Posted for Poetry Potluck 6/26-7/2/11 on Jingle Poetry
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used to be
i’m used to your fervor
your passion in the moment
touching the part of me
that lingers
moving toward you…
but your attention
drifting
although lovingly
remembering
the way you used to be
before me
© r.e.l. 4/10/11
image “Golden Brown” by Mayou
posted for Poetry Potluck 4/10-4/17/11 on Jingle Poetry
like a river
i yearn for
the touch
of your river
flowing toward me…
as the river settles
to the ocean
i am the mix
of me, your warrior
of you, my wave…
© r.e.l. 3/23/11
inspired by the Bhagavad Gita and the Osa peninsula of Costa Rica
posted for Thursday Poets Rally week 40 on Promising Poets
touched
you can touch me if you try
right now
i might melt but won’t disappear
like a ghost
leaving you with only your breath
my blood rises now..
maybe timid
because your touch, if true
can penetrate
the energy of it
speaking…
in the only way it knows how
fingers reaching out
without words
touch me again
© r.e.l. 12/16/10
sculpture ‘The Cathedral’ by Rodin (Rodin Museum, Paris).
**this post is for Poetry Potluck Week 15 (reflections, interpretations, and musings) on Jingle Poetry
cocoon
she only wants him
to hear her
to feel her syllables
like a feather touching his skin
even for a second
so she keeps trying
for that triumph
why? because she loves him
what else can she do
but wait for his cocoon to open
on its own time
she cannot open it for him
though he secretly wishes she would
to free him of his prison
she knows its in the struggle that he grows
she can relax though
she gets forever afterall
because he walked into her dream with a purpose
to never leave
© r.e.l. 6/29/10
**this post is for Poetry Potluck Week 15 (reflections, interpretations, and musings) on Jingle Poetry
words
moving too fast
leads to doubt
allowing no feeling
digesting
loving
all that you are
along the way
even if eyes on your words
can be a form of touch
you long for
you are precious
and grow
like a little seed in its bud
into a flower
be patient
all in good time…
© r.e.l. 5/28/10
inspired by my daughter
photo by Lori Tuttle
posted for Poetry Potluck 4/17-4/23/11 on Jingle Poetry
not without
you are a gift to my world
do you know that?
i will follow you
to the end.
would the stars give me you,
the one i have searched for
all my life,
without also showing me
the way,
the secret
to find you
in my life?
i whispered to you
you took my hand
together we moved forward
to discover the wonders of
yes.
© r.e.l. 5/21/10
existing
the mere fact
that i existed
seemed to
drive your heart
and give you courage
to travel
an ocean of time to find me
just to touch me
just to breathe my breath
once
© r.e.l. 10/31/08
this post is for Poetry Potluck Week 14 on Jingle Poetry
thanks so much to Jingle for this Most Graceful Poet Award on Jingle Poetry
the stone of you
i fell asleep
with you
holding you tight
eyes closing
with a smile
your mystical roots
fears no more.
in the morning
you were still there
my hands in stillness
enclosing you
you whispered a secret…
you slept with
my magic
© r.e.l. 4/27/10
inspired by some magical gemstones
Featured in Touched By Fire on redbubble and Touched By Fire the blog
Posted on Poetry Potluck 7/24-7/30/11-Nature and Life on Jingle Poetry
