Words After an Armistice
I want to make this perfectly clear.
We are not close just because we are near.
There has to be more than proximity for
my heart to open its almost closed door.
Say something sweet to me. Say something rare.
I do not feel loved just because you are there
across a room that is filled up with things.
You must think of something and give your thoughts wings.
Speak playful words that will prompt words from me.
Then volley them back to me. Don’t let thoughts “be”
without giving them air to live in and grow
so they banish these shadows and fan fire’s glow.
Passion’s not something for us to remember.
It’s better a constantly glowing live ember.
Get up from your chair. Give that remote a miss
and speak to me now with a word or a kiss.
Remove my hands from the keyboard and say,
“Let’s give the internet rest for a day.”
Take me to water and take me to sand.
Take off my shoes and take hold of my hand.
Walk me to tide swell and gull cry and light.
Say you’ve forgotten our last brittle fight.
Banish bad thoughts in the now and the here
so I can feel close just because you are near.

Wonderful.
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A poem that really strikes a chord with me .. and a pictures that brings tears to my eyes.
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Another amazing poem! You awe me!
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Thanks, Someone…I can’t tell who you are and if that is how you wish it, I understand. Otherwise, would you sign your name? xo
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Beautiful and touching on a Sunday morning.
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Thanks, Judy. Did you see the button on Gloria’s hat in “Old Farts at the Beach?”
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I did not. But I’ll go back and have another look.
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What month did we decide on? November? Or do you prefer another month. Harriet says hi. Her book is finished. She misses you. As do I. We just watched “The Princess Bride” with Pat and Jenny Smith…all your cohorts.
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lovely words and photo
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Does anyone ever really come back from armistice?
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Yes.
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I was afraid of that…
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Wondrously composed poem, by the way, which I perhaps should’ve said first!
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Lovely as usual.
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Beautiful Judy, one of my favourites of all that I’ve read of yours … Marianne
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These are such lovely words of yearning and the photo is wonderful too.
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Reblogged this on lifelessons – a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown and commented:
This relationship sounds like it is “almost” over, but there is always hope if he heeds her advice!
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