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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. Login to Reply 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. Login to Reply 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!;) Login to Reply 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