I need to healnot in an hour
or day
or even weeks
it's not that kind of healing
Can you hear me;
not the words
Do you know to be
and not to do;
to listen
as rain
to ocean, healing;
healing as leaves
to tree
as the lips of lovers
parting slowly
before fingers
warm
and eyes
reflecting
can I be heard
without speaking
seen
without looking
held
without reaching
loved
beyond conception
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the working draft first version:
I need to heal
not in an hour
or day
or even weeks
its not that kind of healing
Can you hear me?
not the words
Do you know to be
and not to do?
to listen
as the rain
heals the ocean
as the leaves
heal the tree
can I be heard
without speaking
can I be held
without reaching
can I be loved
without conception
4 comments:
The top version was even more powerful than the first one at the bottom...
Thanks Annie. :-)
In view of how the introduction to this poem, it reads with such resonance, of query that will meet with understanding, ability and knowledge. I know that it is not expressed so directly anywhere and thus is subject to interpretation, but the request in itself, warmly, beautifully eloquent, has not the tone of expected disappointment, rather it seems to signify an expectation of finding what is needed. It could of course be a wish expressed, a wish of what could be, of what is desired, needed, wanted, no less beautiful for it, the poignancy does shift, not up or down, but to incorporate other responses. With such divine articulation, you touch upon the call of every soul, to be felt without barrier, seen without filter, known without prepossession. Your title standing along side that absolutely gorgeous image was so impressive, so marvellous, had there been nothing else, I might insist the poem would have been heard anyhow.
Wonderful, wonderful post.
As always, thank you Ms Storm. :-)
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