It's another day that I am to wake
washed up and sputtering for breath.
I woke abruptly to that hideous
intrusive alarm clock beeping,
stealing me from sleep and my dream.
I was swimming in the ocean
and befriended a crab with your name.
He was ashore, far from home and alone.
You could say that immediately,
we found it easy to relate.
We were cut from the same cloth of stars,
both wanderers and dreamers,
in love with words and music and form.
In love with each other's purpose,
drinking our chances as if we had been
thirsty for forever.
And so when I cleared my head
and double-crossed reality,
I was able to sleep again
sick and desperate for an attempt to feel
as though I were close to you.
As though you were here, in my living room,
eating with me at my table,
leaving your smell on my pillows and sheets,
saving me, slowly, one glance at a time.
I know that day will come, I can taste it
but it could never appear soon enough
to cure me of this hunger.
I know that we'll meet at the air port
and we'll walk hand in hand to the car
and Southern Belles will sing.
And when that moment finally shows up,
I'll be bright, alive, loved, lucky, and new
to have my eyes ever wash over
the soulful ocean that is you.
Author notes
I won't explain much about this, it is purely personal and about my love for Sam. In no way have I made an attempt to use poetic devices to get my feelings across. This is a free write, the words flew from me and I let them fly on. Consider this a disclaimer, in other words.
*The use of 'Southern Belles' refers to a song by The Faint, it's an air port song, when two finally meet and the tension and nerves involved. It's called 'Southern Belles in london sing.' I certainly wouldn't hold one back from checking it out.
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Purely personal, for sure, Kristin, and about Sam even more surely personal. It's poetry in the rough (that's a compliment!), unfussed with, unpolished, with little (unneeded) artifice, poured out from stirred-up impulse, that age-old longing for the connection, the "relate", of love after a dry absence. And I mean "dry," because the poem is filled with thirst-quenching refs to water.
Some yearning-for-love poems are so linguistically refined that they lose their plain-out hankering for connection; but yours here is, for me at least, a very honest example of how the heart, as different from the mind, works. Well...nice work!
Contrary to a previous comment, and with all due respect, I like the unexpectedly reversed image in the final two lines: a lake of "eyes washing over" - and into - the vast ocean of the other. To me, that's confident and original writing. Brava.
And, knowing a little of the former turbulence between Sam-ocean and Synth-lake, I enjoy this poem's calmed and blended waters. I guess that waters of different heights and valleys do find their own level after all, and its joyous to see it happen, "one glance at a time".
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Hey, Lad :)
I hope your holiday went well for you.
Thank you for reading into this one. You caught the fact that this is meant to be raw and free, and you caught the water references throughout. (His element being water and me loving its sensitivity.)
I'm happy to see that you like the reversal of the last two lines. It was a chance I was willing to take since love has this habit of washing over both ways when it is true and yearning to reach shore.
Thank you
Kristin
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Wow, Kristin. I too feel that it's somewhat difficult to comment on as it is so personal, but I really enjoyed getting a small glimpse into this obviously overwhelming and beautiful love. I like the way that you used a crab to describe how you relate to each other, and then go onto project into the future. That you didn't make it sappy is a feat unto itself, and I think it is because you chose to focus on the beauty of it all that is sometimes only apparent to those living it. I think that if I were to see you together, though, I would feel it, because it is positively emanating from you both. This gave me a really honored insight into the intimacy of your own heart, though, and I know how difficult that is to do. Very beautiful.
Nienna
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Hey, Nienna :)
I'm so glad to see that you could get over this overwhemingly personal topic and still manage to leave a helpful comment.
It's helpful because you see my point, where I was going with this. And I tried not to make it sappy as poems about love often are.
And I think, if you saw us together, you would feel it for sure. Because I believe you to be a soul to notice and feel these things and also because we have a great connection, Sam and I.
And I'm glad other writers can be witnesses, especially someone like you.
Thank you, for taking a look inside,
Cat
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Poetic thought - yes. Poetic license - no.
Very personal so hard to comment too objectively. I liked the idea of wanderers being cut from the same cloth of stars. Theres always at least one highly poetic nugget in your poems. The last two lines grated a bit though, as oceans usually wash over things rather than the other way around. I know it could be some sort of poetic license but it just didn't work for me. Otherwise - a nice write Kirstin. >W<
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