Slender Thread

Different time zones

different continents

different days,

some days….

Different morn and night

hard to tell sometimes…

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31-Oct-17

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the stalk between us

we hold long

to hold our distance

 

the stalk between us

holds us long

to find concord, in the distance

Ode to Postman

No beard, no red fur
A smile of the moon

No cap, no sledge

Come hopping rockets

There Are Miles

There are miles, but that’s all they are.
Having to be away from you is not easy;

Text Sex

You kiss me good morning each day
Before you go to work
My forehead thanks you

Heights

We are birds, in flight
On varying heights
Inevitable

You see clouds
I do not

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She lies there,
And I here,
An ache and need
To lie together,
But
Geography sucks.

Here, There, Anywhere

 

It’s lonely on the other side of

somewhere,

Between You and Me

as I traverse this distance
between you and me
in attempts to bring
a love, yearning to meet
on the circle we exist on

Waiting

She is a flower blossoming in his sunshine.
Beautiful in spring bud she is perfect,
But she does not know it.
He is blind to it.
And only outstretched in his warm rays does she feel it.

A Love Beyond Distance

a distance untouched, far
sands of desert between
in love, yet unknown we are
a wonder with lives unseen

Between You And Me

Be your presence close or far
Love has same distance
Between you and me

Life, A Game

Life, a game
Played on a yard
Of cunning fox and grapes
Fox of jumps, high
Grapes, distant

The Mental Wall

I am glad for the distance
A barrier of separation
To find a fine balance
Between thought, emotion

I am glad for individuality
A need for loneliness
To struggle out of duality
Be clean, attain holiness

You Are A Lovely Sight

You carry me far away
Remind of life’s journey
A life made from clay
Ever changing, curvy

You bring nature within
In the sights and sound
Moving as the earth’s spin
Hills, farms, trees around

Reality: Haiku

Terrains between us
Distance of separation
Hard stones, no roses

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Good morning,
A greeting in passing
Like two ships
In the night,
Phantom hand

Ironbridge and Absent Friends

Work-a-day sun high burnin’

Growin’ dull, respectful red and cider-cold;

Dawn’s melody slowly turnin’

Becoming familiar, restful, old.

Harvest hopes answered

Ripening to warm-honey gold:

Friends will always know each other –

If their stories be honestly told –

That distance and language matter not

When time and hearts be weighed and sold.