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Distant Friends Deep Within the Depths Blend-Inspired By Caycay

i reach to you across spans of sea my feathered touch a gust of wind bowing down beneath tips of waves flushed from setting sun trickled tears gathered in the froth flow back to me in trails of pain etched of distance i cannot elide the salty mist of your eyes as i cry back in whispered echoes along the edges of blanched shores September 1. 2019 more muse scribbles inspired by CayCay's comment to my poem

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CayCay Jennings

Date: 9/2/2019 11:47:00 AM

I am verklempt by the emotion your Mother and her transition grew in you though I know they made you, you. Your ability to aptly lift emotion off pages through imagery alone just astounds me. Without facts, you deliver facts through colors painted emotionally in your heart. I am blessed to have tweaked your muse. The day after my Dad died, I wrote, "My Father, My Dad" - actually I was too numb to pen, spirit wrote it, should u care to read it. My Dad emotions differ from your Mom emotions.

CayCay Jennings
Date: 9/2/2019 10:32:00 PM

We've shared about your history a bit before and I think what I'll eventually send will be of benefit. My Dad and I had a relationship that would be described as distant, rarely one-on-one as avoided by me for fear I was inadequate as company to him, he stole my self-confidence so many are surprised at my Dad poems expressing so much love, for love him I all along did and he me. It's hard to elaborate on in this box. Soupmail

Sandra Adams
Date: 9/2/2019 12:10:00 PM

Thank you CayCay, your comment is beautiful in itself...i would love to read the poem about your father, what year was it penned, is it on this site? in her early death years my emotions were more angry then now, pain spoke, longing followed through the years...i was never close to her, until her final years, being her caretaker i finally had the bond i always wanted, and it was stripped away by death...maybe part of me is still angered and part of me is missing what i finally had...who knows! hugs :)

Vijay Pandit

Date: 9/2/2019 8:20:00 AM

Another beautiful poem from you Sandy. Whenever CayCay visits, her comments are a joy to read.

Sandra Adams
Date: 9/2/2019 9:07:00 AM

Her comments are always heartfelt as are yours my friend ... hugs :)

Brenda Chiri

Date: 9/1/2019 7:52:00 PM

This was quite beautiful! You do write amazingly!;)

Brenda Chiri
Date: 9/2/2019 5:45:00 PM

I fully understand! I lost my baby son on a June night and to this day June is the best worst month for my inspiration! He was born the same day I lost him! ;(

Sandra Adams
Date: 9/1/2019 9:50:00 PM

Thank you Brenda... my muse was filled with inspiration today, on this day 24 years ago my mother passed and it still echoes in the voids of my heart... poetry seems to escape more on days like this ... hugs