Hello out there, I hope that you are doing well. I thought I might read something for us today, a little excerpt from my book Luminae which was released a little over a year ago now. This piece is titled ‘Had I Never Met You’ and I wrote it with much love and affection for someone who made a dramatic though fleeting imprint on my psyche, he awakened so much in me, the way I saw the act of creation, the possibilities and infinite power of word, voice, music, connection. I hope you will enjoy it.
It’s all around you, the way the vacant words falling from the mouths of those who do not understand separate and resuscitate themselves, surviving only barely by the eating of your breath.
You like the rainy days because they break you and cradle you just enough. I can tell you wear anguish and destruction like a shield, that you believe safety is a gag and a blanket, something you win by paying for it with every aching fiber of who you want to be.
When you smile I want to pull the flowers from your bleeding chest and plant them in the darkest corners of my mind. Never to forget you, you and all of your wilderness, all of your seasons of life and skeletons and death. A wall of tears is suspended in the air, at any moment about to crash along the surface of your limbs. You can tell me all the dirty things, I have no interest in robbing them of you.
The moment I met you I knew we had known each other for a very long time, it felt like my eyes resting behind your eyes would have made perfect sense. The way you saw the majestic and the terrible things I could see and did not turn away. I am always so taken by the souls of those who find silence to be rich, the ones who slide their bodies into a quiet room and listen for the things most people throw away by moving too fast, protruding too intrusively, talking too much. Saying nothing about nothing when I hunger for so much.
They shuffle and speak in low tones as you drift past their illusions and up into the blue electric sky. It’s not that you don’t care it’s just that there has to be more than this, something with a deeper soul must exist if only people would let the darkness into the light and the light into the places where they think there is nothing more to see.
And as they keep trying to sell us eternity, we fade farther and farther into retreat. This moment, the one catching you and I by the gap between heartbeats, this is the only one we need.
So there was my little reading for today. Thank you for having a listen, I am always so grateful for a chance to share with you. If you are interested in purchasing my book, or even just taking a look through the previewed pages, they are all available now on Amazon, paperback and also Kindle versions. Wishing you well, stay safe out there. Cheers.
I enjoyed your verbal words and thoughts dear Allison.
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Dear John, I’m so very glad to hear this from you. Thank you so much, I wish you well friend. ❤
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Listen and enjoy the words of a amazing writer.
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Oh, thank you for sharing, John, I am so grateful. May you be well and safe. ❤
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Bello e bella la voce❤️🌹
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Ah, grazie mille, my sweet Soul. I’m so happy to have you here, so pleased you enjoyed this. ❤️🌹🖤🌹
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My pleasure dear❤️🌹
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I like rainy days.
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Rainy days are the very best days. ❤
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Wonderful!! Even better being able to listen to your voice and close my eyes!!
Mmm!
Chuck
xoxo
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Thank you so very kindly, dear Chuck. I am so grateful. ❤ ❤
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You are so welcome, Allison, but it I who is so grateful!! I just the love the way you recite!! Mmm! Hey, I think I might have something that just might tempt you, I’m hoping! ha!
Chuck
xoxo
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https://thereluctantpoetweb.wordpress.com/2020/05/29/what-could-have-been/
WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN
MAY 29, 2020 ~ THERELUCTANTPOET
By Jeanne Marie And Charles Robert Lindholm
I Can Hear The Silence
As It Whispers . . .
What Could Have Been
Will Never Be.
As Bittersweet Memories
Replay In My Mind
And My Soul Knows Why
As My Heart Cries
In The Darkness
Of The Night
And Tears Fall
Upon My Pillow
Copyright © 2020 Jeanne Marie And Charles Robert Lindholm – The Reluctant Poet
All Rights Reserved – 05-21-2020 – Noon
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