tadkil

Occasionally I write something that just blows me away.

In direct response to a post by Dwam, I wrote this poem.

Quench

What if sits at my elbow
Whispering more
Whispering someday
Asking if I will ever be sated

Your voice, across the phone
batters me
That is over. Done.
I am well for it

But, there is a space
empty now
once filled with your laughter.
only echoes now

Choices moved us past this
Still I hunger, your taste
replaced with emptiness
It lingers on my tongue

This was one shot, start to finish and a direct response to what I felt in her "voice."

I followed up with this, as she and I PMed about how cool it was that my poem captured her mood.

She sent me this image:



which inspired this poem. I wrote this within five minutes of considering the portrait.

Sister sky breathes
Suspended between breaths
A moment

I turn in the wind
Subtle shifts in stance
Change me forever.

Heartbeats
Mark the passage of what I was
And can become

I breathe deeply
Stepping
Into the next possibility

Writing being a process, I will need to revisit the surface of both texts, but DAMN, it is nice to have such a source of connection and inspiration. Dwam and I are from different countries, are of different genders, are separated by 15 years in age, and work in two different mediums. So far our communication has been mutually fulfilling and inspiring.

It is testimony to how small the world really is, and how wonderful this community can be.