A Dream of Passage
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Anchored in the
Amber light
Of waking
I can still feel
Resting faintly
On my cheek
The faded tracing
Of your caress
My once and ever
Friend held fast.
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I still see you
Walking neither
With myself
Or with my shadow,
But with the
Mere idea
Rounding out
Encircling arcs
And sorrows
In a stream.
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I somehow always
Felt I held you
Only as water
Running in and
Over again
Upon ourselves,
Held from one
Another not by
Bars or chains
Of iron, but only
By the smallest crack
In the foundations,
Promising no
More then
Than to
Finish each
Other’s sentences.
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How were we
Not passed over?
Was there
No stain above
The watching door?
And what
Rounding horns
Were bound with
Cords upon
The silent altar?
All I seem
To know is
That the wind
Cannot find
Space between
Our fingers,
Clutching as they do
At the desperate
Pleading searches
Of our grasp.
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Lona Gynt. May 19, 2020. All rights reserved for photos and text to Lona Gynt.
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Linked to dVerse Tuesday Poetics. Today Anmol invites us to post a poem about portals, passage, or change. Here is the link to his prompt.
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Read at Outloud Huntsville Open Mic on 10-16-2022
Such intensity here, Lona. I love the stepping into the mythic space, and the complexity of the connection – intense, but allowing change and movement.
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Thank you My friend. I am glad the sense of a different space came through. So good to see you.
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I really like the use of assonance in the lines:
‘Anchored in the
Amber light
Of waking’,
Read aloud, it sounds like a yawn – and I love the use of colour.
There is wistfulness in ‘I held you / Only as water’ and ‘Promising no / More then / Than to / Finish each / Other’s sentences’. ‘The watching door’ is ominous.
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Thank you Kim!
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Wonderful Lona
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thank you friend
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Lona, what an exquisite vision of Loved Ones lost! When we mourn, it is a form of honor.
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Yes “Johnny” (hehe Johnny – now that makes me always laugh).
but yes, grief and love are inextricable, the same thing maybe. I would not trade off love to avoid grief, and I would not trade either to not live. I love you brother.
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And I love you sister.
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How do we know who anyone is, least of all ourselves? Love is always a leap into the unknown. Joy and sorrow intertwined. (K)
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Zactly. Untimely Self-knowlege can be perilous for relationships. But the journey is magical and not regretted. I hope only that we humans can offer each other a measure of grace in our sorrows and always remember the joy.
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Lona this is beautiful. I had the need to read it more than once, it was just perfect 🥰
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Thank you Christine! ☺️
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I really love the wisdom here “All I seem To know is That the wind Cannot find Space between Our fingers, Clutching as they do.”
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Thank you, sometimes it becomes necessary to loosen a grip so you can breathe 🙏
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I like the thought that the wind cannot find the way through the fingers of our grasping.
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Thank you my friend
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I needed to read this slower, then slower still. One gone, but never gone, a portal in each of our senses where one enters and exits. This is a stunning write!
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Thank you Mary
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What a beautiful love poem. I’m enamored of it.
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Thank you Christine
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This is poignant–the love that still remains in memory. I liked the imagery of water, wind, cracks in foundations, doors. . .
Then if reminded me of Leonard Cohen’s “Anthem,”:
“There is a crack in everything (there is a crack in everything)
That’s how the light gets in”
I suppose that works for dreams and memories, too.
And finally the title (which I went back to see)–other portals–life passages and dreams.
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thank you Merril, also, so good to see you! I will need to look at the Cohen song, yes, it is true, that crack in the foundation did eventually separate us, but it also let in light. Light of who I am, and how life can be hopeful going forward. I can finally know who I am, and am finding life to be feeling real. It is difficult for marriages in our circumstance to survive, I only know of a few in which a transgender person finally accepts herself and transitions later in life when the marriage survives. My wife has been so kind, and would say that I am the driver of the divorce actually, but I feel the truth this crack at the foundation revealed. It is hard to be maried with a woman when you are not yourself a lesbian, love is there, it is not merely sexual, there is a basic acceptance and affirmation that could just not be realized despite efforts. this is sad for me, and I have carried blame, but the love was always real. And your littel comment seemed to chime for me the incisive reading of what I have felt. the first stanza was written actually in 1990 early in our marriage, but stayed hidden in trepidation. the others have been added this year.
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Ahh–I suspected, but I wasn’t actually sure if what I thought the poem was about was what you just described. I’m sorry about your divorce, and I can understand that the love is still there, but it is different. How could it not be?
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yes. definitely
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you weave colour and metaphors here to show love lost and the exquisite tenderness of having been there … extremely well composed!
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Thank you for that tender and beautiful reading Kate
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thanks for your creativity!
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Understanding a relationship we think we know so well is like reading a mystery with missing pages. There is so much we know, yet will never know. Or if we do, it may come too late.
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Yes, I just wish I hadn’t kept so many chapters of that book sealed shut for so many years. But things happen for a reason and I am grateful for all of it
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Very nice Lona. Love the photos! This was a great line….
But with the
Mere idea
Rounding out
Encircling arcs
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Thank you Dwight. So often we hang on to an idea rather than a person
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AH, that is quite a love poem and I am reeling with the effect of its familiar but sweet metaphors (made sweeter because of their familiarity). It’s so good to read your penmanship again, Lona! I recognize now how I have missed it. 🙂
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Thank you friend, I appreciate it so much. I have also missed being here as much as I would like. I want to tell you that you prompt on “Darkness” last Fall inspired me, I wrote something, but have not felt quite ready to bring it to light yet, but thank you for that as well.
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A lovely journey of love begun and ended, lingering yet in dreams.
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❤️ that reading. Thank you Beverley!
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kaykuala
Clutching as they do
At the desperate
Pleading searches
Of our grasp
One may be called upon to provide help at different times for which we are not in a position to fulfill sometimes. This happens Lona, yes!
Hank
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that is true Hank, we are almost always found wanting, but still ok to persist when we can
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I love the feeling of clinging to a moment here… maybe we need those anchorpoints of love to slow us down in our journey.
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I think that may be true, if we don’t slow down from time to time, we may hardly be aware of the wonders of the passage. I appreciate you and your incisive readings Bjorn. 🙂
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