Within My Heart A Change of Tone

We camped outside the caverns entrance…

Within My Heart A Change of Tone

1.) Carlsbad

We traveled according to a map.

 We moved westward

into the desert

towards cave face.

 We set up tents on the rim

and stared out over miles

of bats in the evening.

 We had no where else to go.

 This was our last trip.

Destined to stay the weekend

to listen to old poetry

written on walls

of some mysterious caves

underground.

Pools of silent longing.

We created each second

to be calm and mild

over our fragility,

our relationship.

The insanity of cliff face.

We threw stones

to hear beauties echo

each wave

a pluck that tension creates.

Each heart beats

a perfect hymn.

We found hidden lakes…

2.) The Hidden Lake

Sometimes we would gather

our things and head out

onto the trail.

 We would travel

to our favorite lakes

and sit on folding chairs

in silence

only water can offer.

 We would jump in

the water sometimes when

led by our compulsions.

Emotional fingers

met calmer water

like skipping stones

ripples from our touch

made us look away.

To forget.

Was this a gift?

Had our time passed?

A warning,

An alarm.

Are these short moments

a pleasure still?

Like this fine art

of skipping stones

that ripple the calm

pleasures of

stillness.

Each stone

a signature,

a tempo.

Only hike on trails that led to waterfalls…

3.) A Waterfall

Growing up I would

only follow a trail

that led to a waterfall.

 To me it seemed a trail

was not good enough

if it did not pass

the sound of water on rocks

whose spray would hide

calm swimming holes.

“Guarantee an averted look…”

There is no stop

to sounds of water

singing.

The water will continue

to fall,

fall,

fall.

Sudden like a sound,

falling water.

We breathe lightly

in a spray

of water

climbing onto sky.

We threw stones

into white crest.

A crash

before moving

downstream

as a lullaby.

Goodnight.

Back home…

4.) Back Home

We called an end

to our relationship.

 We moved back

into a world

of ourselves.  We started

the trek again

with only a compass and a map.

Figure out what to do with this.

Break it up.

Collect.

Randomize.

Create new lists.

Move on

without

familiar music.

Take out old,

take out description,

 meaning.

A rewrite.

Throwing stones….

5.) A Different Tone

Throw a stone.

 

 

 

Jamie Lee Hamann

My name is Jamie Lee Hamann and I have a passion for writing short fiction and poetry.I currently live in Washoe Valley NV with my family.I am excited to share my poetry and my writing and I hope that you enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing.

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Jamie Lee Hamann

My name is Jamie Lee Hamann and I have a passion for writing short fiction and poetry. I currently live in Washoe Valley NV with my family. I am excited to share my poetry and my writing and I hope that you enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing.

2 thoughts on “Within My Heart A Change of Tone

  • February 17, 2019 at 10:25 PM
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    Beautifully written poetic account of a relationship’s ending. Precious memories are what holds one together within when one path becomes two. May you always have those good memories, Jamie, and may your path lead to love and happiness. Many blessings to you dear friend.

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