Distances
Distances were measured first by feet
i knew the number of steps to your door
counted them in sleep
paused them
pushed them into reverse
then in inches
a micro this
a nano that
until I stopped moving
at all
i look out to the horizon
and realize i know
no words
for the distance
or the feeling.
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2018
posted for Poets United
i knew the number of steps to your door
counted them in sleep
paused them
pushed them into reverse
then in inches
a micro this
a nano that
until I stopped moving
at all
i look out to the horizon
and realize i know
no words
for the distance
or the feeling.
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2018
posted for Poets United
To first have closeness just to realize that we all stop moving... maybe we need to find the world together in the closeness that we find...
ReplyDeleteI can feel that sense of stopping moving.........and having no words for the distance. Lovely to read you, Audrey.
ReplyDeleteThis is exactly what I'm feeling --- about my mom.
ReplyDeleteAudrey I was so touched by your words....so very profound.
ReplyDeleteThis is such a perfect picture of a relationship growing apart. So much said with few words. Lovely writing.
ReplyDeleteWow, so poignnt!
ReplyDeleteer ... poignant
DeleteLOVE IT! Wonderful lines, cascading to a stunning close. I have found that your closing lines are. often, so beautifully nuanced and indelible … rather like a poetic signature, Audrey. THIS IS AWESOME!
ReplyDeleteWonderful verse. Can relate.
ReplyDeleteOh, this is brimming with an unreserved melancholy which is heart-touching — I love how you took something as material as distance and made it poetic like a feeling unto itself. Very well penned. :-)
ReplyDeleteI got the sense of a child marking off the distance a night to a parent's door, revising that distance as one grows up to smaller and smaller increments, as if the thing not attained was closer and closer. As we age we know less and less of horizons, as well as anything else. At least our words hold to smaller things. Do we know our feelings that much less, too?
ReplyDeleteThis is achingly beautiful! 💜
ReplyDeleteSweet melancholy!
ReplyDeleteYou got me thinking of the measured distance between thoughts and feelings. Sometimes they loop.
ReplyDeleteYou sound as if you have been rendered comatosed. Time to feel and speak again. Take the steps towards the horizon singing all the way.
ReplyDeleteI can relate to your words regarding a relationship I sometimes struggle with
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