the lock box
the lock box
up in the attic
amidst the clutter of the past
(the christmas ornaments
the baby paraphernalia
the broken lamps i haven't yet
gotten around to fixing)
there's a small wooden box
padlocked shut
i chanced upon the key one day
somewhere near my heart
so i opened it
and within
found her
as raindrops pattered overhead
dancing on the roof
with a thousand tiny feet
as gray daylight
through rivulets on the panes
cast misty shadows in the dust
i sat in the attic
alone
examining the treasures
this box
enshrined
it held the moment
we sat on her bed
turning one by one
the cards
telling us what we already knew
that the warmth
within that room
was love
and also the time
our lips first touched
tremulous
uncertain
frightened of the desires
seething within
it contained her giggle
the way she chewed her lip
in concentration
the images
of her large gray eyes
the mole by her left eyebrow
and the one
on the slope of her breast
and oh,
the exquisite curves
of her hips
and cheekbones
it recalled the day
on the old railroad grade
when she took my hand
and refused to budge
until i'd kissed her
and how
on a chilly april evening
she'd pressed against me
for warmth
it held the moment
my hands first felt
the warm skin of her back
the way she so fearlessly
pressed ahead of me
exploring the woods by the pond
the way she squealed with delight
the first time i made her
dippy eggs
the way her fingers
would twirl twirl her hair
the way she'd nibble the russet strands
the way they'd so playfully dance
in a gentle breeze
the way she held
with such infinite care
and tenderness
an injured bird
the way our bodies
swayed in perfect time
and synchrony
to the music
the way she sighed
whenever i rubbed her feet
the way she gasped
whenever i entered her
the way her hair
tickled my nose
upon awakening
and now these tears
running freely down my cheeks
assure me
that every smile she graced me with
every laugh she anointed me in
every endearment she returned
is a gift
i shall cherish
forever
RIP, Holly... 1968-2015
amidst the clutter of the past
(the christmas ornaments
the baby paraphernalia
the broken lamps i haven't yet
gotten around to fixing)
there's a small wooden box
padlocked shut
i chanced upon the key one day
somewhere near my heart
so i opened it
and within
found her
as raindrops pattered overhead
dancing on the roof
with a thousand tiny feet
as gray daylight
through rivulets on the panes
cast misty shadows in the dust
i sat in the attic
alone
examining the treasures
this box
enshrined
it held the moment
we sat on her bed
turning one by one
the cards
telling us what we already knew
that the warmth
within that room
was love
and also the time
our lips first touched
tremulous
uncertain
frightened of the desires
seething within
it contained her giggle
the way she chewed her lip
in concentration
the images
of her large gray eyes
the mole by her left eyebrow
and the one
on the slope of her breast
and oh,
the exquisite curves
of her hips
and cheekbones
it recalled the day
on the old railroad grade
when she took my hand
and refused to budge
until i'd kissed her
and how
on a chilly april evening
she'd pressed against me
for warmth
it held the moment
my hands first felt
the warm skin of her back
the way she so fearlessly
pressed ahead of me
exploring the woods by the pond
the way she squealed with delight
the first time i made her
dippy eggs
the way her fingers
would twirl twirl her hair
the way she'd nibble the russet strands
the way they'd so playfully dance
in a gentle breeze
the way she held
with such infinite care
and tenderness
an injured bird
the way our bodies
swayed in perfect time
and synchrony
to the music
the way she sighed
whenever i rubbed her feet
the way she gasped
whenever i entered her
the way her hair
tickled my nose
upon awakening
and now these tears
running freely down my cheeks
assure me
that every smile she graced me with
every laugh she anointed me in
every endearment she returned
is a gift
i shall cherish
forever
RIP, Holly... 1968-2015
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"If one could deduce the nature of the Creator from a study of creation, it would appear that He has an inordinate fondness for beetles." -- evolutionary biologist J B S Haldane, (1892-1964)
"If one could deduce the nature of the Creator from a study of creation, it would appear that He has an inordinate fondness for beetles." -- evolutionary biologist J B S Haldane, (1892-1964)
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Re: the lock box
gorgeous, Roy.
may she rest in peace and blossom further within your creative homage
may she rest in peace and blossom further within your creative homage
Re: the lock box
thanks, judi - I posted an early draft of this at Arcanum long after we'd fallen out of touch, but long before I learned of her death. She altered my trajectory through life and I've never forgotten her. Unwisely, I followed a LinkedIn friend-of-a-friend trail that led eventually to her obituary. In the photo she's wearing the necklace I'd given her on our last Christmas together... no grief (I'd worked that out long ago), just a profound sadness that someone so young & lovely, someone I'd loved, was taken away so early... She was on my mind today because Friday is the anniversary of her passing...
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"If one could deduce the nature of the Creator from a study of creation, it would appear that He has an inordinate fondness for beetles." -- evolutionary biologist J B S Haldane, (1892-1964)
"If one could deduce the nature of the Creator from a study of creation, it would appear that He has an inordinate fondness for beetles." -- evolutionary biologist J B S Haldane, (1892-1964)
Re: the lock box
breathtaking
the honesty, the love
simply terrific
best thing I've read in a good while
the images were searing
thank you
the honesty, the love
simply terrific
best thing I've read in a good while
the images were searing
thank you
If you do not change your direction
you may end up where you are heading
you may end up where you are heading
Re: the lock box
What saw said. Amazing piece.
Re: the lock box
steve, mark - thank you
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"If one could deduce the nature of the Creator from a study of creation, it would appear that He has an inordinate fondness for beetles." -- evolutionary biologist J B S Haldane, (1892-1964)
"If one could deduce the nature of the Creator from a study of creation, it would appear that He has an inordinate fondness for beetles." -- evolutionary biologist J B S Haldane, (1892-1964)
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Beautiful!
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Beautiful
reason is over rated, as is logic and common sense-i much prefer the passions of a crazy old woman, cats and dogs and jungle foliage- tropic rain-and a defined sense of who brings the stars up at night and the sun up in the morning---
Re: the lock box
moved me to tears. a wonderful piece.
i'm so sorry for your loss.
i'm so sorry for your loss.
Re: the lock box
doreen, jana, terri - thanks all, glad I was able to touch you
well, you know what I mean
well, you know what I mean
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"If one could deduce the nature of the Creator from a study of creation, it would appear that He has an inordinate fondness for beetles." -- evolutionary biologist J B S Haldane, (1892-1964)
"If one could deduce the nature of the Creator from a study of creation, it would appear that He has an inordinate fondness for beetles." -- evolutionary biologist J B S Haldane, (1892-1964)
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Ha ha you did
reason is over rated, as is logic and common sense-i much prefer the passions of a crazy old woman, cats and dogs and jungle foliage- tropic rain-and a defined sense of who brings the stars up at night and the sun up in the morning---
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