Yin Yang“The Yin Yang of life comes in all shapes, textures, forms and elements, The human nature of balancing within those – the hard part!”
Penny L Howe, 2013*
Have a great weekend, a balanced one if you can!
I am vulnerable because of loving so pure and deeply, my walls of protection cannot keep my desire for you at bay.
I need your touch …
I desire the warmth of your caress, the closeness of your body, the physical contact of … you!
I wish you could touch me now …
… even as I understand morning light will illuminate the true reality of our relationship. I know for all your tender caring words, you would be gone and my loving soul will still be bruised … for all your promises said in the moonlight hours of sensual need and gratification. I know all this.
But the longing remains so …
I still wish you could touch me now.
I’ll always have our memories of the night time to sustain me, in daylight hours spent alone, reflecting on why you said one thing and did another. Belittling my efforts instead of supporting them, and yet still I love you. And wish you to be happy.
I am pleased to hear you are where you’ve wanted to be for so long. I am happy for you. Resigned, accepting and aware of some of the hard learned lessons of life, when one exposes one’s soul during love.
But now in these evening hours I dream of you touching me again, filling my sensual needs. Even, as reality has come full circle and comprehension of the cruelty of those who love and those who take in the guise of love, is complete.
Touch me … but let it be only the physical, my bruised soul cannot bear the mockery of a pretense at true love (yours were personal and emotional needs for yourself. I don’t believe you really thought of my needs – perhaps as an afterthought), but my body does respond to your loving body. So in that, there is truth.
I wish you could touch me. I’m prepared now for tomorrow … it hurts, but I understand. With all the love in my heart that I give so freely, I was so sure someone might love me the way I loved them in return … it seems I was mistaken!
Most definitely an unrequited love piece here. Not to worry, my next fictional piece is part two of adventure and excitement. Dry your tears and stay tuned for fun! Our fictional young lady in the piece above (p.s.- she’s the one trapped in the tunnel https://thewhyaboutthis.com/2013/07/22/alastairs-photo-fiction-the-tunnel-and-survival/ , although brokenhearted, she’s about to kick some serious a..!) More to come!
What is yours?
There are the thinkers and the soft spoken too.
And then there’re the loud ones, it seems quite a few.
There are the happy and joyful, who’re just filled with glee,
The serious who pontificate … “to not or to be”!
There are those very weary and tired so it seems
And when I’m around them, I’m yawning in reams.
There are those always angry and spit-firing mad,
The lonely, disheartened, bedraggled and sad.
The Nature of our nature is unique to us each
A prune, grape, or raisin, an apple or peach.
We may think and act different, still each is the same
Because under our natures we all of us came …
… From the very same place,
… The blue planet in space,
… it’s home to us – The Human Race!
So please no more fuss
Because the US is … ALL of US!
Thanks for the visit, I broke a few rules of poetry with this one to make a point! Have a good one this weekend!
I once bought a book and read it because I liked the title so much – A Thousand Words for Stranger.
I wanted to know what the story was about. It was a great “read” and if you’re an avid science fiction fan, I encourage you to give this book a try. (It is not light reading but the book is filled with rich imagery, fantasy and an extremely entertaining story.)
The author, Julie E. Czerneda, formerly a biologist, has authored numerous science fiction books, also a number of educational books about career guidance, and the teaching of science (which she used to do). I’ve read many of her books since this one and enjoyed them all.
But the title!
I never got over the title. It was so “Lonely” sounding and yet fascinating at the same time.
When you think about the word “Stranger” what comes to mind? What if you’re the stranger?
Why is the word itself so compelling?
Some quotes to think on:
“. . .sometimes one feels freer speaking to a stranger than to people one knows. Why is that?
“Probably because a stranger sees us the way we are, not as he wishes to think we are.”
― Carlos Ruiz Zafón
“Marius and Cosette were in the dark in regard to each other. They did not speak, they did not bow, they were not acquainted; they saw each other; and, like the stars in the sky separated by millions of leagues, they lived by gazing upon each other.”
― Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
“In this world of memories, there’s no need for strangers.
-Kenshin to Kaoru”
― Watsuki Nobuhiro
“Spend twenty years there and you ask yourself how there can still be strangers with so many familiar faces … it’s probably that cities generate strangers continuously …”
― Frederik Peeters, Blue Pills: A Positive Love Story
“It seems the older we get, the tighter our inner circle becomes. When life has you down, some of those you thought had your back run, others…sometimes strangers surprise you and fill that empty space up. Oh, but life has a great balancing act and when that axle turns and you are right side up again…you will definitely not be looking for any long, lost “friends” because your inner circle is battle-tested to win!”
― Sanjo Jendayi
And one final one – a favorite because I think there is a truth in this one that we all shy away from and yet know is indeed how it is!
*Consider this post a “food for thought” post, as for me, “The only friends I don’t have are the strangers I haven’t met yet!” … at least I wish it were this way!
Thanks for the visit. I hope your first week of the New Year is being a good one for you,