Poems, Thoughts, and Other Words

[[Buddie]]

Not as many as your constant kindness, but thank you.

[[Buddie]]

It’s a long way and it is dark and narrow
But I’m standing here at the tunnel’s end
Don’t you see me in the dappled sunlight?
The leaves of trees cast small shadows
But walk with me further atop the rail lines
And the track opens to clear, fathomless blue

Can you hear me calling through the echoes?
Over the sound of sliding ballast as you step?
Over train whistles still lingering in your ears?
Talk to me, I understand some of your words
The rest I will hear as a slave’s hymn hummed
For I know it is all a hopeful song of freedom

Do you fear the long black line you travel?
If so, remember it was built with confidence
The mountain is stronger than you believe
One careful, patient step after another
Time is of no essence, I will wait for you
Wait until our fingers intertwine under this arch

Who else better than you awaits the years of me?
Who else will hunger so for the fullness of life?
The sweetness of ripened fruit will not be lost to you
And wind in flowing hair will be as deep breaths
You will emerge from underground a cool spring
And, together, we will swim your beautiful current

Captivating...
It drew me in...
Thank you for sharing ... you really are very talented!
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[[Buddie]]

You’re very welcome, [...]. I always like to think that it’s inspiration talking, using me as a vehicle, a role in which I am happy to serve.

[[Buddie]]

 

[[Buddie]]

[...], you are quite talented.  Thanks.

[[Buddie]]

Thank you, [...], wrote it for the Single thread after reading about people’s longings.

[[Buddie]]

[...], do you read your poetry at any local poetry readings?  I used to write and read my own poems at the local bookstore and other venues. 

[[Buddie]]

I don't wanna talk
About things we've gone through
Though it's hurting me
Now it's history
I've played all my cards
And that's what you've done too
Nothing more to say
No more ace to play

The winner takes it all
The loser standing small
Beside the victory
That's her destiny

Excerpted from ABBA 'The Winner Takes It All' 1980

Sorry, I wish I could write poetry.

Also, I don't agree with the last line.  It might have been just as easily his destiny, I think it was.

[[Buddie]]

[...], not that brave. 🙃

[[Buddie]]

[...], thanks for the words! Nothing about this has to be original.