Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Cold feet

I knew you were waiting,
waiting for me there
by the fire,
soft-sharp-crackle heat
in the dewy night,
and the fear of that touched me cold.

The blue of this night
I have craved so long;
the deep-blue
moon-blue of the ocean's sky,
the sky of of infinite falling,
of sleep's deepest desires

but now, here we are,
you waiting there by your
twig-fire, bright leaf-fire
as I shiver, only wanting
to go home, the blue
of this moon suddenly
too much for me.

Rachel Westfall
June 9, 2009

And on goes the conversation...

14 comments:

Poetikat said...

I think many will relate to that feeling of being overwhelmed or the fear of hurling oneself into that "fire". I really liked your "blues".

Kat

Piratedred said...

I know that feeling all to well...

She sits by the fire while I wait in the cold for just a small sign that I'm welcomed back in...

Beautiful as always Rachel.

T.

Aniket said...

Many happy returns of the day!!!

And loved the poem (like always :D).

Have to scoot now, will be back to check on the conversation. :P

Julie said...

Oh, I love it so much. I was going to say the second stanza is my favorite, but they are all so powerful. Wonderful work! I'll hop over and see the conversation. They're always interesting.

Catvibe said...

I know that feeling, and it just seems to get bluer when it should be getting brighter. So well described, I could see the fire, the moon and the sad blue of your eyes.

christopher said...

Rachel, there is a conversation. I replied. Heh.

Faith said...

I love the ending, Rachel.

"the blue
of this moon suddenly
too much for me."

Very powerful.

I love the creative sparks flying between the Northern Wall and the Waxing Moon :)

Ghost Dansing said...

more moon stuff....

Rikkij said...

Rach- have to admit I was hoping for a different ending. But I loved it all anyway. Just wish the blue moon could have held and comforted. ~rick

Woman in a Window said...

I'm so with rick. Was crossing my fingers and waiting on the end I was writing in my mind, even as I was reading. I suppose that's how it is with poetry, movies, art and life. We write our own endings.

The blue of it invades. Well done.

K.Lawson Gilbert said...

This poem is honest. We want something so badly, maybe too badly, and then it falls short. Sometimes, those things we desire don't live up to our expectations in the actual moment. This is written so well.

emptygarden said...

what a wonderful way to say it just wasn't what you thought it would be...great write!

ConverseMomma said...

I'm learning from all of you. I am. Learning to let things go, learning to forgive. I'm learning, but it is hard. I do not know what to do with any of these endings for any of you.

RachelW said...

You all are wonderful. Thank you. The poem is part of a conversation, and then your comments create a whole additional chapter... it's so rich.