Thursday, October 8, 2015

The Distance

 Jacek Yerka, 2011
[Mag 288]

The Distance

When she slips her wakeful thoughts
and they fall to the floor –
I set her adrift to float the night

She is unaware
I am the keeper of longings.
Nightly, I place them under her head,
furtive and hopeful

To the east, sun pools on a table
where he opens his morning papers and makes
   them smooth. His palms press a cup of tea, and steam
       travels along his chest, his neck, his chin, his mouth.

Eyes downward, he places on the vast water between
them a simple dream: Here she is awake, with him,
and he wanders tender slopes and sudden valleys
         that invite him to stay.

I will moor these imaginings
   on her pillow when it has once again cooled.


- K a t h l e e n  K i m b a l l - B a k e r,  2 0 1 5


Inspired by Tess Kinkaid's Magpie Tales, a blog dedicated to the enjoyment of poets and writers, for the purpose of honing their craft, sharing it with like-minded bloggers, and keeping their muses alive and well.

16 comments:

Berowne said...

In a word, beautiful...

Gail said...

What a beautiful poem...just like a dream.

Sun Bloom said...

Beautiful!

Elena Sands said...

This is lovely and sensual. Really enjoyed it. :-)

Sandra said...

romantic ...lovely!

Tess Kincaid said...

Love the image of him smoothing the morning paper...good stuff...

brudberg said...

I love the thought of the secret keeper of longings.. very sweet.

Kathleen said...

Thank you, Berowne. Much appreciated.
BTW: I've jumped ship to WordPress for my forays into poetry. Stop by sometime:
Same name, different address: https://kathleenkimballbaker.wordpress.com/

Kathleen said...

Thank you so much, Sun Bloom.
So kind of you to take a look.
BTW: I've jumped ship to WordPress for my forays into poetry. Stop by sometime:
Same name, different address: https://kathleenkimballbaker.wordpress.com/

Kathleen said...

Thank you, Gail. It's inspired by a dream.
I sure appreciate you stopping by.
BTW: I've jumped ship to WordPress for my forays into poetry. Stop by sometime:
Same name, different address: https://kathleenkimballbaker.wordpress.com/

Kathleen said...

Oh, I'm so glad to hear that, Elena Sands.
Thank you so much for reading it.
BTW: I've jumped ship to WordPress for my forays into poetry. Stop by sometime:
Same name, different address: https://kathleenkimballbaker.wordpress.com/

Kathleen said...

Oh, good, Sandra. That was the effect I was going for.
Thank you so much for reading it and commenting. Means so much to me to hear from other poets, not that I'm ready to call myself a poet.
BTW: I've jumped ship to WordPress for my forays into poetry. Stop by sometime:
Same name, different address: https://kathleenkimballbaker.wordpress.com/

Kathleen said...

Thanks, Tess. That one took a while to get it to something I liked.
So thanks so much for noticing!
BTW: I've jumped ship to WordPress for my forays into poetry. Stop by sometime:
Same name, different address: https://kathleenkimballbaker.wordpress.com/

Kathleen said...

Brudberg: I am so delighted to hear your comment.
I'm thinking the keeper of longings may be a bit like the tooth fairy, only far better!
Thanks so much for reading it!
BTW: I've jumped ship to WordPress for my forays into poetry. Stop by sometime:
Same name, different address: https://kathleenkimballbaker.wordpress.com/

Kathleen said...

Sandra: I'm so pleased you found it romantic.
One never knows what is romantic to others, right?
Very grateful you stopped by to read.
BTW: I've jumped ship to WordPress for my forays into poetry. Stop by sometime:
Same name, different address: https://kathleenkimballbaker.wordpress.com/

Susan Anderson said...

The keeper of longings.

I like that.

=)