Day 133/365 ~ And it will be Just like You Were Never Gone by Amanda Mabel
Raindrops Like Stanzas
Missed Connections in Asheville
you my love..gypsy of fire… are the sun on the window sill.
the glowing magnolia seeds beneath the leaves.
patience of a tree unburdened by the pitfalls of time.
crystal as clouds.
piercing like warm honey
through my abdomen in limpid pools of gold.
I confess the
oil of injustice coating my words as I speak…frankly…genuinely.. or gently.
all have been unseen
as freckles unknown to the wearer.
and now the mirror has shifted.
and while I wish it to be an adventure in joyous discovery.. this turmoil burns my tongue
and salts your wounds.
dry is this arduous journey in self love.
these mirages have a smell like heather and taste of chalk.
this darling
is me
taking responsibility for action.
taming the beast of a scared child
which is worse than any under-the-bed monster they fear.
thus
when the morning greets you with dusty sun rays
in the silhouette of a fresh dream.
please hear my movements as water.. echoing placidly off cavern walls.
and distill the anger as confusion
babbling
out
of
an infant’s mouth.
this i know is truth. which is to say
i know
no—-thing.
if you feel the call….
…look to the breakers.
that’s where I’ll be
…meditating
for eye have.. no greed or desire for your wealth…
only to offer
moi l’eau de vie…
Her Two Cents
This piece of writing generated quite a bit of positive buzz on the Asheville Missed Connections forum; which is an awesome things as all too often “non-traditional” messages (meaning something other than your standard “I saw you in the bar/cafe/grocery store/walking a dog…” message) get flagged for removal and deleted. Three cheers for the open-hearted Ashevillians who enjoy poetic diversion and pretty word pairings as much as I do and for Amanda Mabel for a photograph that so beautifully captures dusty sun rays and fresh dreams.
