Wednesday, November 29, 2006

When you want to tell someone of so many yesterdays, you don't know where to start.

I think you can love stories that have never been told,
moments that live in someone's memory ever-happening and re-happening
like light through their skin
glowing a name that can't be spoken.

But signalled somehow--it can be signalled--

and what comes out is never those moments
exactly
as lived, relived, re-relived each second
in their waking and dreaming.

But better,
even,
something new
bearing being
hinting history
carrying the weight of their core.

You can love decisions, lives chosen,
and compromises, dimensions unlived.

You can love the filter of their being,
making new
of moments old

calling yours
to curl and clench inside you
punching and praying
begging

release.

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posted by Jill at 12:38 AM

9 Comments:

  • I was here. . . I currently have no comment. I am having trouble with the comprehension. I have missed something or I am just not fully functional yet. I'll try again later.

    Angry Jill-icious? Now that has possibilities.

    By Blogger Spaceman Spiff, At Wed Nov 29, 08:03:00 AM 2006  

  • You can, it's true, tell a lot about what someone wants by what they do not do. You have to be thoughtful, however, for this to occur to you. You have to be careful, also, to remember the difference between the first person and the second person, between be and see.

    Lovely.

    Hello, Jill.

    By Blogger scott, At Wed Nov 29, 08:47:00 AM 2006  

  • Spiffy, that's okay, you're welcome back any time!

    Scott, a thought-provoking comment, I must say. If I get up the patience to return to fixing the sidebar, I may have to quote you on that!

    By Blogger Jill, At Wed Nov 29, 10:30:00 AM 2006  

  • First - This is great.

    Second - I love the idea that you can not only love/enjoy the person who is in front of you, but also appreciate and delight in the experiences from their past that do find a way to come through.

    Third - If my second point is way off the mark of what you have written please ignore this comment, and take it as a sign that I could use some help with poetry.

    By Blogger Grad School Reject, At Wed Nov 29, 12:37:00 PM 2006  

  • Thanks so much! No, you're not off the mark, but even if you were, you're always welcome to tell me what you see because often there's something I didn't know was there.

    By Blogger Jill, At Wed Nov 29, 01:05:00 PM 2006  

  • Living through someone else's experiences. Enjoying their good times and feeling sorrow for their lows. You can love the experiences they had to make them the person they are, even if you don't necessarily love the event they experienced. Beautifully written.

    I have had my coffee and feel adequately aware enough to comment now. That was beautiful, or I just don't understand it at all. . . which, beauty doesn't necessarily have to be understood.

    By Blogger Spaceman Spiff, At Wed Nov 29, 03:06:00 PM 2006  

  • "I think you can love stories that have never been told"

    I quoted that because it's the best part of that post. When I look into someone's eyes and see the stories of their past looking out and winking at me, I want to draw them out and write them down. That line you wrote? The one that started this post? Jill, that's why I write and why I keep coming back to your blog.

    I love your unwritten stories almost as much as the ones you write.

    By Anonymous Network Geek, At Wed Nov 29, 10:38:00 PM 2006  

  • Thank you, Spiffy. That's a wonderful summary!

    And thank you, too, Geek. That's what inspires me to write as well. [The continuation of this comment actually is about to become my next post. So please do consider it as an expansion upon this discussion.]

    By Blogger Jill, At Thu Nov 30, 01:13:00 AM 2006  

  • I have wanted to ask, do you see words when you write, see them as they were meant to be, what they could have been, and simply, what they are? One can even see the future in those words... what is unimagined, truly, what can be eternal, the grace of wonder in a simple sentence. I only ask because it is so rare to read someone that understands words... almost as living things, and that is the impression I get from your prose and a lot of what you write, at least a lot of what I have read :)

    At times, I question such things in myself... and I understand how we approach writing is different for all of us, but your enrapturing poetic prose seems to me simply drawn from the universe at large and placed exactly where it needs to be.

    By Blogger jedimerc, At Sun Jan 28, 11:53:00 PM 2007  

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