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Joanne Linsell Poem
If you would let me:
I would hold your hand and walk beside you on this topsy-turvy path called “life”
If you would let me:
I would clone you 6,497,504,520 times so that everyone on Earth could know
what it is like to have a loving person like you in their life
If you would let me:
I would collect the brightest stars in the universe and give them to you just to
make your day brighter
If you would let me:
I would wrap up happiness every day in a box with a bright red ribbon and give it
to you for you to open
If you would let me:
I would feel and memorize every feature of your face so that I could remember
you today and all of my tomorrows
If you would let me:
I would wake you every morning with soft and loving kisses
If you would let me:
I would show you inside my soul
If you would let me:
I would – completely, deeply, honestly, truly – love you like no other before you
If you would let me:
I would let You love Me
Copyright © Joanne Linsell | Year Posted 2006
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Joanne Linsell Poem
Before my mid-life realization
My life was like
Sitting naked
In an empty bathtub
With my knees
To my chin
My arms wrapped tightly
Around my thighs
A blank expression
Upon my face
My skin
Dry and shriveling
From lack
Of an adequate supply
Of that life sustaining
Elementary particle
Every so often
A single drop
Of water
Would hang
From that inactive faucet
As it would hang,
For what seemed
Like an eternity,
I would see
My sad reflection
Within it
As each drop is akin
To a glimpse
Of actual livingness
There I would sit
In extreme anticipation
Waiting for that drop
To pierce my parched skin
When the longing would end
With the falling
Of that drop
I would come to life
To enjoy and be happy
But only for a brief moment
Then the moment
Would be gone
As the drop
Would dry up
Just like the other drops
Before it
They never lasted long
Those moments of livingness
And then one day, it happened
The realization
That I wasn’t living
The one life
That I had been given
I decided
That I needed to live
And gave that faucet
A gentle turn
Now
That once dormant faucet
Has a never-ending torrent
Gushing from it
And I am not afraid
That the water
Will consume me
And that I will drown
In quiet desperation
For I know
That I can float
In the buoyancy
Of the knowingness
And understanding
Of Who I Am
Contrarily
The water soothes away
The arid feel
That I have become
Accustomed to
It has exposed a more
Sensitive, soft
Sensual, sheathing
That I am now
Just being able
To feel
Comfortable in
Once the tub fills
I will be completely immersed
By the whole
Of the adhesion
Of the individual drops
Of Life
Each one affecting
Or being affected
By the one next to it
And my soul
Will be replenished
By the living
And the experience
Of them all
Copyright © Joanne Linsell | Year Posted 2007
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Joanne Linsell Poem
I realized today
That I was indeed
“Breathing just a little
And calling It
My Life.”
For let the truth
Be told
That I don’t want
To breath
Just a little.
I want to take
Huge, gasping breaths
And fill my lungs
To their capacity.
This realization took
All but a
Moment’s reflection.
Just a moment
To completely
And utterly
Understand
That each of
My breaths
Can be seen
As an opportunity
To start anew.
I have been
Wasting
These precious
Opportunities.
It was then
I decided.
And I have
Decided.
With the very
Next breath
I will start
Anew…
To have a connection
With someone
That is so natural
That it is only
Understood
At the level
Of the soul
Is truly a great feat
Between
Two human beings.
Don’t you think?
Only a few
Are even aware
That It exists.
Fewer yet
Have had
The opportunity
To experience It.
I feel we have
That connection.
How can you deny?
Do you deny?
If the winds
Of change
Ever happen
To blow
Into our lives
And sweep us upon
Different paths
Where the journey
Of our lives
Would change
And whether
This change occurs
In this lifetime
Or the next
Or even quite possibly
The one thereafter
You are to know
That I would want
To stand
Beside you
Hold your hand
Close my eyes
And deeply
Breathe in
The same Life
That you do.
With that said
I have now
Begun
To Live more
Than just a little.
Copyright © Joanne Linsell | Year Posted 2007
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Joanne Linsell Poem
What Could Be
As I look into your eyes
I can see visions
What Was
What Is
What Could Be
As I close my eyes
I am beleaguered by thoughts
What Was
What Is
What Could Be
As I go to say more of the same
I know all has been spoken
What Was
What Is
What Could Be
As you release my hand for the last time
All at once I feel all
What Was
What Is
What Could Be
As you turn and walk away
I know I will regret that
What Was
What Is
What Could Be
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