it starts
in a cornfield, where we ran away from each other
screaming
out each other’s names, but the field was bigger than us
consumed
the voices of our scared throats; thought we lost one another
but we had
something to hold onto
for we are birds of the same
feather
and we
raced over the land catching glimpses of today
to carry
into the future – for they warm our hearts
knowing we
have something to give, but the past erased us
consumed by
fire; who will it take to search
for little drops of our lives we
caught?
ripples of
conversations never exchanged resonate between us
your hands
are like the ocean and my boat has been standing still
that's how
I started, that's why it feels safe
to jump off
a cliff and flow like a waterfall
the moment you live is an
everlasting travel
and at some
time or another, a memory of me will cross your mind,
be I living
or not, we shared a tiny fragment of the time past
and though
we be strangers for the rest of our lives
we can
reach inside and find each other again
for no one truly dies, if they
leave behind ripples
*
That's beautiful Natasha! I enjoy your poetry. I haven't read many of them yet. I just found your blog today when I looked up paintings of mothers with children. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you very much! Always nice to hear from a reader :)
DeleteThe way we are like birds... Amazing how once we find a kindred spirit we can go down waterfalls in that togetherness... Lovely words Nataša
ReplyDeletewe can reach inside and find each other again
ReplyDeletefor no one truly dies, if they leave behind ripples
Great ending Natasa! Certainly true. No one can make an impact if one's presence is not spiced up to cause others to be aware. Wonderful thoughts!
Hank
We do indeed leave behind ripples. A lovely and timely reminder.
ReplyDeleteI like the idea that some meetings are so momentous that they make us believe "it feels safe / to jump off a cliff and flow like a waterfall". I also enjoyed your closing line. A lot of positive and empowering images in your poem, Natasa!
ReplyDelete'beautiful imagery deeply effective thoughts composed with a loving flow 'loved the ripple effect
ReplyDeleteEvery line of this poem is beautiful. As I read, I found myself wishing it was something I had written.
ReplyDeleteJust these lines could sustain me for a whole day:
your hands are like the ocean and my boat has been standing still...
a lovely memory brought to life :)
ReplyDeletegreat last line....our legacy will def be the touches we leave behind and how they ripple out....happy sunday natasa
ReplyDeleteSo true that when we cross someone's path even for a little while we never know what our influence will be & when we will be remembered (and how) sometime later on. We all DO leave 'ripples,' I agree. Whether or not even the person who experiences the 'ripple' realizes where the ripple originated. A thoughtful poem.
ReplyDeleteThis is beautifully done--and I too love the closing here! Smiles to you today!
ReplyDelete'your hands are like the ocean and my boat has been standing still'...this is beautiful.....
ReplyDeleteSweet.
ReplyDeleteZQ
"for no one truly dies, if they leave behind ripples"--How true!! Strong as usual..:) Very well penned....
ReplyDeleteBeautiful imagery.
ReplyDeleteI especially love "your hands are like the ocean and my boat has been standing still"..........a comforting thought to think that we can forever go within ourselves to relive golden moments...beautiful, Natasa.
ReplyDeleteThis is so beautifully written. Thank you for sharing this.
ReplyDeleteVery lovely poem, glad I found it. :)
ReplyDeletePeople always touch our lives and leave ripples..I really like the sound of that..
ReplyDeleteThank you for this. I very recently experienced some of those ripples, so your words took on a much deeper meaning for me. Really well woven words with true wisdom at their core.
ReplyDeleteElizabeth