Your voice quilted under blankets:
"Stay safe out there…" Sure, this is
New Jersey, after all, but I don’t need
brass-knuckles or mace anymore though
winter wind still mugs us and the river's
light flick-knife slashes off waves while
a cop-light sun peers in through
morning's fogged-up windshield as you
and I scramble to cover up – but it
is you in your dreams and underwear
I worry about – your heart with all
its windows and doors unlocked,
trusting in love's single porch-light
to summon wings – moths disguised
as angels, hawk-eye lumina quivering
against the screen door – inviting
safe-crackers and cat-burglar poets like
me. What if you forget how to rain – or
worse, let go of time – your days
loosed to wander among hyacinths –
the hyacinth girl – then streetside,
thumbing for a ride – each to seek
new futures in distant realms –
your seconds rise as scents of
cardamon and cloves in Istanbul's
hustle markets, hours take
Augustinian vows, keeping vigil at
Matins in St. Sulpice, your months and
years set sail before the solar winds to
new worlds and suns, past where light
sleeps naked – leaving me to wander
a universe of lifetimes once again
to find you.
(She’s been feeling ill this week, but this is in thanks for all her work)
qbit 
This is stunning, my friend. Why does the segueway to Istanbul’s markets and holy places move me the way it does? It fits perfectly and enters at exactly the right moment. But, what are they doing in the Hyacinth House? This Hyacinth Girl by the roadside wants to know, because that section just blew me away somehow. And the ending, so good. I want this on my wall.
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You inspire us to “dare to post unprompted,” so there you have it. Glad it found its way home.
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Like Shay, I totally love this. It’s a mood. A feeling. It’s warm and beautiful and the imagery is stunning.
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Thank you!!!
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~~~ no need to worry.
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!!!
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A lovely story poem of thanks! (and thank you for your comment) – Jae
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Just beautiful. You really WERE inspired! The ending is stunning!
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Thank you!!
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I can’t say anything better than what has already been said about your poem. It describes love in a way that feels so real. Love is truly exposing yourself to whatever comes. This is so beautiful.
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Wow! Thank you so much!!
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What an amazing poem. I love “your heart with all its windows and doors unlocked”. Such a wonderful journey, this poem took, and the closing lines really ping the heart.
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Thank you!!
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hi qbit! living in Ohio, this was my favorite bit: “though
winter wind still mugs us … ” ❤
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Ahaha! Sure.
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This may be my favorite poem I’ve read of yours, qbit. Just superb–start to finish.
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Thank you so, so much.
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A nice flirtation with the confessional/personal beast, Randall.
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Yes, but only a flirtation. You know I don’t do well when I sit in a room with that Chimera.
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