(dedicated for Tom D.O.D. - January 30,2009)
(know that they loved you)
Our history closely
Mirrors the shape of our clay
Both, reclusive and introverts
Each secreted in distant and
Separate island sanctuary
You ditched out before me
Or maybe I did, before you…
No matter, we rarely venture back
As if our hearts were ex-patriots of city-self
Besides, they believed we had found paradise
But, did they not direct our paths?
I know they were our glue
They too, were reclusive and, still
We loved them beyond belief
Yet, they also, lived apart…
(Hugging-Cedars Island, Tennessee
July 17,2006)
beautiful poignant write Debora...thank you for sharing it with us....
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Sometimes two hearts can feel each other, warm each other, and even remain in sync with each other....but, for wehatever reason, either does not have, or looses the capacity over time, to do what 2 hearts 'virtually' do, when lasting true love exists... BEAT AS ONE! Excellent meataphoric play, Debora, and as always metre-perfect & resplendent imagework. Outstanding piece of work, young lady...indeed! F j R 2009