Across the Distance

There, on the table, under the bedroom window
Lies the voice that once set me dreaming again.

Fragments of a life lived
A long, long time ago.

Across the distance, there is a voice that speaks to me
So clearly that I cannot believe it is no longer possible

To write a poem and answer
Ashe




Poetry by Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-02-28 at 04:59

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Phill
I love this. Wish I could write feeling with such clarity. All of my stuff is so wordy.

I've enjoyed watching your writing mature. Don't stop.
2019-04-29


Nina Lee
As I read your poem I began to reflect on what love songs and the promises made that fell short of grace. Reading this made me realize that I had the wisdom as to move on to greener pastures but I just didn't know the path to take. Now as I am able to look back in a logical sense of the matter It was my lesson for affairs of the heart yet to come. Thanks for the wake up call since all of us will have to take that test again; to pass or fail is always up to the tender hearted. Thanks again for this wise, wonderful and well written poem and in all honesty it made me cry a little. The tears weren't due to the emotional pain but for the universal grace that took the hurt away by the act of kindness and forgiveness that allowed love to find me smiling and loving myself more than ever before. This poem is a gift of good medicine to last forever. Simply wonderful and pretty to the souls of good people enduring the trials of faith for romance. Thanks again.
2019-03-14


France England
Hope arrives when least expected; hands down and humility on the first floor of the forgiveness. It's your time now so let Cupid do his justice for the sake of love and romance. Starting over is putting into action what we learned the first, second or third time around. Let love have a great time because you deserve all you've given in return and much, much more according to the angels that sing early each morn. Wonderful work of art and I'm so glad to hear from you and your pen again. Lovely by all means. Thanks for the sharing.
2019-03-06


Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
But you did write it, so beautifully.
I am so happy to "hear" your voice, Ashe.
Welcome back.
kathy
2019-03-05


Bibek
A nice comeback poem. Good to see you again, Ashe. :)
2019-03-01


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Not forgotten, but long enough gone to have lost immediacy. Nicely done, Ashe.
2019-02-28


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Have to echo Daveís comment about fading. There is an ethereal quality about this that takes the reader into a Conceptual fade to near invisibility. Yet the image is still there on the edge of consciousness and vision. The poem called to me more than a few times to reread it. Thatís the mark of a true masterwork in my opinion. Well done Ashe and welcome back.
2019-02-28


Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
Good to see you posting again!
2019-02-28


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Brilliant. So often we write about or to our younger selves. It is often through pain and need to understand. I fear that there is no deep meaning or reasons behind what has happened to us. It is just the way things were. Perhaps this piece is about an incredible loss and a desperate need to know that there is still a connection even when gone. I believe there is. And I love the dreamy feeling it evokes. I can almost see the years fading away. Nice.
2019-02-28