We stand apart.
Between us hangs a chord.
We waited in silence,
to see if it'd die in the air.
It didn't.
The breeze caught it and brought it towards us both.
One end is here.One end is there.
It once was soft and silky,and lay like sunlight in my hands.
Does it feel different now to you?

I've held the silent chord so long..it's slight pressure's gone.
I only wish I knew.
If you felt it cut your your soft and silky hand
If you felt it sharp and rough,slip away.
Or worse,if you felt it old and spongy and bland.

It's fibers unravelling,it's heart weak with decay.
I'm only wondering.
But if you feel it so,
Feel free to loose the chord and let it go.

c.2009
t23k

c.2009
t23k

tony23k said:

Absolutely beautiful.

2elijah said:

thank you

There's a tremendous visual going on for me
with this poem.

I love the line, "It once was soft and silky,
and lay like sunlight in my hands."

It's an absolutely gorgeous piece of work....

Sweet! I like the subtest I feel with the words, and the image lends nicely. Is the image behind the wishbone a cactus?

obsessed said:

thank you

the visuals in this series explore the idea of a wish- to the trail of wishes in motion,
(a short story.)

eaglebear4839 said:

thank you

yes,it is.
a 14 year old barrel cactus.

do you have a recipe for cactus wishbone jelly..... ?

"which wish will it be?"
c.2009
t23k

PointlesspinS said:

If i did,this is all that would be left...

c.2009
t23k

What Are We Going To Do

When we take that walk together.
Our four legs touching earth as two.
And our four arms moving as two,
with a single purpose.
What are we going to do
As the sun sits smiling among the trees,
and the wind is a quilt.
Patterned with people--scents and flowers.
And with soft sleepy music?

When we touch each other's secrets,
And find they are our own.
Finding in the expression a goodness,
As full as impression.
What are we going to do
As we surrender and triumph.
A soft bolt lashing through us both.
Lashing us together,hot and firm.
As we crack to warmth,not cooling.

When we step out of the darkness,
that has closeted us..into their eyes,
and the sun.
Bright like accusation or a hope.
Shows them everything we allow.
What are we going to do
As I hungrily squeeze your hand--by accident--
Or reach to kiss your cheek--by instinct--
What are we going to do?


c.2009
t23k

c.2009
t23k

tony23k said:

Tony, you have a way of taking us there with you. It's like you're bringing out the emotions of a relationship and the feelings shared between them as they gradually become "one."

sentence edit
[Edited 2/26/09 9:35am]

Its ok i found a cactus recipe.....
Prickly Pear cactus is a garnet colour tone....
ya might wanna ease up on the preservatives...

2elijah said:

thank you 2elijah!

Yes,it's a wish on a journey,
.. in a relationship.
just one of many wishes--to come true.

PointlesspinS said:

It's the "wishbone" that turns the jam all shades of green.

But the jam's all fine here.

It's the peanut butter...

c.2009
t23k

tony23k said:

Them's a lot of wishes

obsessed said:

Ya can't stop with one wish.

tony23k said:

have you ever grinded up bones
to see how they work with absorbing colour.....
(I aint gonna say your extended the truth a bit
with your jelly/jam story fairytale fantasy illusion)

I have a jar of egg shells i grinded up here..
I have a wish for Humpty Dumpty....
maybe i should add the "one wishbone"
i have sitting in front of me to it..

squirrel meat icecream

tony23k said:

I kind of figured that. I made an error in my last sentence to you, I actually meant to say "..shared between them as they gradually become one"

PointlesspinS said:

don't forget the fable,it's not the same recipe without the fable.


colored powders are the closest thing to bones,i've used as a medium.

hang on to that wishbone..

2elijah said:

cool..i actually wrote the last paragraph about 3 months ago.the other two came within the last two months.
funny,but placing it last gave the poem a better flow to me.