“Sometimes you must embrace the feeling of being abandoned, until your deepest self warms to the thought of you being its closest companion.” Writer and poet, Curtis Tyrone Jones

we thought our love could ignite whole cities
in those times when we worshipped the clan,
like ancient elders, and ate our insides out over
the silences weighted like hard driven snow and
the doors closed with shattering clangs, hearts
gone cold, icebergs adrift on the sea of being,
but the shunning morphed into solitude,
equal parts acceptance and gratitude

for one mythical moment, they
danced across a mauve horizon
that was enough
it was everything

Originally published in Brooklyn Memories

© 2013, Jamie Dedes

ABOUT 

Jamie Dedes. I’m a Lebanese-American freelance writer, poet, content editor, blogger and the mother of a world-class actor and mother-in-law of a stellar writer/photographer. No grandchildren, but my grandkitty, Dahlia, rocks big time. I am hopelessly in love with nature and all her creatures. In another lifetime, I was a columnist, a publicist, and an associate editor to a regional employment publication. I’ve had to reinvent myself to accommodate scarred lungs, pulmonary hypertension, right-sided heart failure, connective tissue disease, and a rare managed but incurable blood cancer. The gift in this is time for my primary love: literature. I study/read/write from a comfy bed where I’ve carved out a busy life writing feature articles, short stories, and poetry and managing The BeZine and its associated activities and The Poet by Day jamiededes.com, an info hub for writers meant to encourage good but lesser-known poets, women and minority poets, outsider artists, and artists just finding their voices in maturity. The Poet by Day is dedicated to supporting freedom of artistic expression and human rights.  Email thepoetbyday@gmail.com for permissions, commissions, or assignments.

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7 Comments

  1. Respected Jamie Ji
    Some lines in response to your beautiful poem:

    Nothing do I say nothing do I hear
    Sheathed in darkness nothing do I fear
    I am at peace for I know I have loved
    I am alone, still as a stone, coved-
    Nothing is the same, all is beautiful
    Nothing is dark all is colorful bright
    Nothing do I want, nothing is everything
    Nothing will I keep, giving is everything
    Nothing is hidden, the heart is a mirror
    the red that flows is a mixture of color
    I found reasons for peace-
    the heart was empty, all taken by birds
    hands held nothing –reached out to nothing
    Nothing is everything, nothing is everything
    All morphed into oblation.

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Thank you!