Twenty-Five Today
for S.B.
she came near enough
for just long enough
to throw herself into my arms
and leave
as illusive as the air I breathe
when we by chance meet
we’d hold each other
as securely as
what was too precious to let go
or let drop
even though I’ve fallen for her
she’s fallen for me
like vases for flowers
and mutually smashed
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2007
9:48 p.m. 19/10/07
for S.B.
she came near enough
for just long enough
to throw herself into my arms
and leave
as illusive as the air I breathe
when we by chance meet
we’d hold each other
as securely as
what was too precious to let go
or let drop
even though I’ve fallen for her
she’s fallen for me
like vases for flowers
and mutually smashed
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2007
9:48 p.m. 19/10/07
posted by Obie Quiet at 9:49 PM
2 Comments:
Ob as always you manage to catch the moment. I remember the last time we spoke at the poetry space. We always start on a hug. It reminded me of the first time I met you. Thank you for the happy birthday greetings you sent. You're a great and talented writer and I really appreciate being the centre of your words, thoughts and inspirations- simone
I love you. I really love you.
Girl, this is so very touching, your appreciation. It means so much to me I can weep, joyously.
You, my love, should provide our community a workshop on how to respond when you are the subject of art.
The poem, painting or song or whatever art form, is itself an act, requiring, to complete it, deep appreciation.
In my experience, that appreciation too often, comes from someone other than the muse - other than the subject of the poem.
Too often the poem is responded to as if it were a gun and rape were the poet's or artist's intention.
Our relationship to art is one thing. Our relationship to each other is another entity entirely.
When these are confused, and in our community, they are too often, it is distressing, messy, muddy.
You are truly a breath of the freshest air. I do love you.
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