Tuesday, December 1, 2009

To touch a soul

It took me a long time to finish writing this one. I started it several months ago and just couldn't find the words to finish what I was trying to say. I'm still not sure I've really said it well enough, but hopefully you each like it anyway. See you all tomorrow!

To Touch a Soul

Steady hands calling out
reaching endlessly for one
and its out of reach all the same.

Asking questions with no answers,
trying to define
right from wrong, intermixed
and entangled in sweetness.

Couldn't see it coming,
But beautiful things don't
always come when you think

Finally, a light at the end of the tunnel
a break in the darkness
a reprieve from tears.

And yet, these are tears
here in my eyes.

beautiful things do this sometimes-

bring such emotions with no names,
that open a floodgate,
and here a trembling woman stands,
waiting, wondering...

where this road will go,
for the road has spoken
and touched her soul.

11 comments:

lakeviewer said...

Beautifully, your words, like arms, reaching out and connecting. This is a gentle pleading and a poignant realization that what we want and need may not be there; but, we still must make the effort.

Well done.

dianne said...

So beautiful April, this one really speaks to me, I know all of these emotions...I had written something similar over the last couple of months but won't be publishing.
At the end of the road I was and am alone, mine weren't tears of happiness...but then again there will be other roads. ♡

Alexander Dyle said...

A comment... What should I say? It says above: ‘Leave your comment’


So here I am below that in a rectangle of white space. Like standing in a field of fresh-fallen snow in winter. As I write, tracks are left. But I know nothing & I will always know nothing. So what is the point of a comment? To help others know your viewpoints? To help you know others' viewpoints? No. I can't work it out. And yet I leave comments all the time.

What was I thinking? That by trying to connect in some way by means of typing words on a keyboard, someone, somewhere around this planet, myself, or others, might be benefited in some way? Show approval? Show agreement with feelings on matters? Tell someone that I feel that they have said something wise or thought-provoking to me, at least, in my opinion, & for what it's worth? How might they be benefited? Will their life change? Or is this just me, here at 5am, talking aloud to myself? I can't hear anybody else here, that's for sure. I absolutely on my own. A person on their own, asking questions, one after another on a white space, like on a blank sheet of paper?

Perhaps a comment is to remind our self that we are not dead but we are reacting to something we have read. Ah, but a condition surely. A comment must be related to a post or it will look odd. Oops. I think I have just failed once again. Wait... what is the post about again? Let me read it again. Yes. I have my answer. And my answer is: ‘I don't know.’

Emotions cannot really be described by lips or by the written word, as literature attempts to do. Emotions are only felt. So here goes. I will read this post again. And you must sense my emotions because I cannot describe them adequately. But I have emotions. Because emotions are all I really have. Everything else is fabrication from ‘learning’.

Here's a poem I found:

Days

What are days for?
Days are where we live.
They come, they wake us
Time and time over.
They are to be happy in:
Where can we live but days?

Ah, solving that question
Brings the priest and the doctor
In their long coats
Running over the fields.


Philip Larkin

I can hear the rain patter on the window pane beside me... it's nice.

Shadow said...

a search. a desire. a need. with the end in sight? if we choose to accept...

Double-Dolphin said...

"...I guess I could be pretty pissed off about what happened to me... but it's hard to stay mad, when there's so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I'm seeing it all at once, and it's too much, my heart fills up like a balloon that's about to burst... And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain and I can't feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life... You have no idea what I'm talking about, I'm sure. But don't worry... you will someday. " - Kevin Spacey in American Beauty

Syd said...

Very nice--reaching for someone out of reach. I have done that.

Deedee said...

Yes, those emotions with no name... I know them well.

~Ellie Kings~ said...
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~Ellie Kings~ said...

Oops, let's try this again!
I think you expressed it well. Beautiful! Sometimes things take a little longer to write than usual, but when the words finally come through, they're great! Enjoy your weekend!

Brosreview said...

I can relate to this one! Well done!

findingmywingsinlife said...

Lakeviewer,
Thank you. Yes, you are right, sometimes what we want and often times think we need- is not there within reach.

Dianne,
It seems you and I are not alone then in feeling this way are we. And yes, you are right- there are always other roads to travel.

Alexander Dyle,
I can never tell if you like me or are annoyed by me. But thank you for the poem, I can understand its sentiments.

And the rain patter- yes that is always a nice sound I think. Hope you are having a good day over there.

Shadow,
Believe and hold on to the hope that one day you will find the solace you seek my friend :-)

Double-Dolphin,
That line in that movie does say quite a lot doesn't it? Thank you for that.

Syd,
Thanks, I think we all have at one time or another.

Deedee,
as do I my friend, as do I.

Ellie Kings,
Thank you, I'm glad you found this beautiful.

Brosreview,
As always, you can understand what I'm saying and relate just as well!