Within My Heart A Change of Tone
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.
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.
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.
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.
5.) A Different Tone
Throw a stone.
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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.
Wonderful poetry. A tale that often ends in silence but memories remain.