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Hello, My Name Is

Three day's journey from Coachella to Paradise,
felt like adding beauty to my day, and you did.
Pretty painted toes peek from muslin wool socks,
all your nametag revealed: Hello, my name is...

Once looked at me wondering am I the one.
Let me spare you some disappointment, I'm a coward.
Hey, not squeamish at the sight of a little blood,
tho' scared I'll be unable to save you again cactus flower.

Sense a phantom pain from a missing limb,
still afraid I'm borin' you to death.
Laptop key tied to you in gentle refrain,
just another heart left out
by an absent-minded tin smith. 

Your illusions wistfully missed my cactus flower..
without true love, what a waste our finest hour.
'Til then let nametag be proof that we exist,    
a paper illusion called 'Hello, my name is....'

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Mystic Rose Rose October 20, 2021 at 2:05 AM we are all paper illusions until we meet the real person inside. A cactus flower can suddenly become a budding rose, through the eyes of love. I love your messages R, stay well, Vie :)

David Scott June 12, 2021 at 9:07 PM Like the wording my name is always where it starts you captured the moment and beauty well penned

Richard Lamoureux June 7, 2021 at 7:17 AM This left me confused in a beautiful way. The images, message and music all seem to compete with each other but in actuality they don’t. Well done Maestro. Blessings Rick. Thanks as well for your visit to my poem “Angel Bones”

Paul Callus May 23, 2021 at 7:03 AM A very touching and expressive poem, Richard. I was not up-to-date with Coachella Valley, so looked it up and learned about the Rescue Mission which is a place of refuge for the homeless and needy....and about recent fires. 'Hello, my name is....' will stick with me for quite a while! ~ Regards // paul Quoth Theraven May 25, 2021 at 8:02 PM Paul, Thank you for your appreciation of the poem and the wild valleys that are still worth a look. May they always belong to nature's bounty. -Richard

Anitha Jayasankar May 5, 2021 at 8:22 AM What a beautiful poem Richard... Your last line is amazing..and a great title... God bless.. ~ Ani Quoth Theraven May 6, 2021 at 8:48 PM Thank you for the wonderful comments Anitha. May God bless you. -Richard

Lindsay Laurie May 1, 2021 at 10:22 PM Hello Richard ... a fine poem indeed written by a talented poet. Well done Richard - Lindsay Quoth Theraven May 2, 2021 at 9:05 AM Happy Sunday Lindsay, Thank you for reading my ruminations. You must have a lot of patience and free time in your Fall days. Do you know of the Coachella valley? https://youtu.be/EQ_gFuT7s38 -Richard

Caren Krutsinger April 28, 2021 at 9:40 PM This is poignant and profound " let nametag be proof that we exist, " Bravo Richard! Bravo! Quoth Theraven May 2, 2021 at 8:52 AM Caren, Thank you for dropping by, Trixie has been in fine form of late. Perhaps there will come a day when we get past COVID and masks. And just maybe.., PoetrySoup poets will all come together for a convention and poetry reading. If the day comes you will know me by my name tag. it will say Hello, my name is... and nothing more. -Quoth

Juliet Ligon April 28, 2021 at 8:28 AM Unique poem. I had to read it twice. You should enter this in the "what's in a title contest" for the interesting title and the apt story that follows. Quoth Theraven May 2, 2021 at 8:45 AM Juliet, Thank you for leaving a comment. and for the encouragement to enter the contest. Your wish is my command, so I did. -Richard

Andrea Dietrich April 27, 2021 at 3:09 PM the rescuer being rescued. Very cool, my friend!! Waiting for more poems from you Quoth Theraven May 2, 2021 at 8:43 AM Andrea, Happy Sunday my poet friend. You know, as rescuers go, your poems likened to a welcome soft rain to exhausted smokejumpers trapped in a tender-dry forest. -Richard

Evelyn Judy Buehler April 27, 2021 at 10:08 AM Richard I loved your poem through and through, but the last verse resonates with me most. :) Quoth Theraven May 2, 2021 at 8:29 AM Happy Sunday Evelyn, Thank you for that comment. I'm partial to illusions too. Especially hers. -Richard

Harry Horsman April 26, 2021 at 9:23 PM Yer know Richard, i remember when i could write poetry, nearly as good as this. Love the journey of your complications, yet amazing muse.. Harry Quoth Theraven May 2, 2021 at 8:23 AM Happy Sunday Harry, Now that's a complement if ever there was. I like to think of our poems as timeless. The first stanza of your poem 'The Old Oak Tree' ~~ 'Oh I am but a simple leaf ~~ withering within the gutter ~~ one summer of bliss ~~ now! Just an autumn flutter'. Doesn't get better than that. I hope the day is kind to you. -Richard

Line Gauthier April 26, 2021 at 9:10 AM Wow ~ love where you went with this ~ Quoth Theraven April 26, 2021 at 2:33 PM Line, I like to color outside the lines once in awhile. So I know who it is behind the nametag. -Richard

Mystic Rose Rose April 25, 2021 at 4:22 AM Well I'd call you anything but Tin Man, cuz you have a heart that beats, and when you cryptic write, you got my attention poet. Your sounds bells to the heart, dear soul. It sounds as fine as china, have a beautiful ink day, :) there are always, the best. Quoth Theraven April 25, 2021 at 9:56 AM Mystic Rose Rose, Thanks, you unraveled the missing tin heart easily enough. We will all get to Paradise one day. -Richard

Andrea Dietrich April 24, 2021 at 4:39 PM this one is very intriguing. I kind of think I know what it's about because of reference to cactus and the having to wear name tags. Or maybe it's just numbers! wo knows Anyway, I enjoyed your descriptiveness in this writing. Quoth Theraven April 25, 2021 at 9:53 AM Andrea, Thanks for the comment. I tried to bring to life a story of the rescuer being rescued by one survivor, and the courage it takes to go on. To move on. -Richard

Heidi Sands April 24, 2021 at 12:25 PM Richard, I am curious and interested in what you wrote here. You have a talent my friend, reaching the reader. Well done :) Quoth Theraven April 25, 2021 at 9:49 AM Hello Heidi, Thanks for the comments. Normally it takes only a few hours to reach Paradise. On November 8th, 2018, the few roads leading out of town were filled with people and cars trying to evacuate the wind-driven Camp Fire. The most destructive wildfire in the state at that time. -Richard

Vijay Pandit April 24, 2021 at 5:05 AM Your poem left me intrigued by the silent dialogue my friend. Sometimes, those are the best conversations, especially when ruminating about life with someone named PIXEL....who speaks plenty without words. Quoth Theraven April 25, 2021 at 9:07 AM Vijay, Thank you for reading. The photograph helps to show the importance of finding a name in this world. Finding your name has is been a positive force in this life. -Richard