Mood: Thinking...So I just wrote something. It's adapted from Neruda so I it's not entirely orginal but it's a start. Funny thing- how love inspires you.
One of my favorite poems of Pablo Neruda is "Your Feet".
Recently, I find myself falling in love but because of logistics and wisdom dating isn't going to be an option for at least another 5 months. I find that the boundaries of not being able to be intimate have made me find the strangest loopholes. A graze here, a glance there. I steal what I can without crossing the line. Last night, after spending time with him and not being able to do anything but graze feet I remembered Pablo's poem and it meant more to then it ever had. I decided to rewrite it since his is written to a woman. It is in my own words but the format is the same and the last lines-Ooooh, the last lines are what hit home for me. I am so grateful for Pablo's voice and for him putting words to heart.
The original poem can be found here: http://plagiarist.com/poetry/399/
***anyone know of a better word that i can use instead of adroit?***
Since I can not graze your face
I graze your feet.
Your feet of arched bone,
Your anchored feet.
I know that they support you,
and that your adroit weight
rises upon them.
Your legs and your chest,
the cleft of your chin,
the sockets of your eyes
that have just filled with Him.
your immaculate mouth,
your brown locks,
my virile tower.
But I love your feet
only because they walked
upon the earth and upon
the wind and upon the waters,
until they found me. ...Created 2010-01-21 16:31:35
Mood: Sigh...Cynthia-i had a vision of my heart in church
i mean not like a "vision"
but a day dream
anyway, how are you
i found a good frozen yogurt place for us to try
if you like that sorta stuff
hmmm...what was the vision
and each chord represented a different affection
and these chords of affections were being pulled
in different directions
straining my heart.
affection of wanting to be wanted...
affection of materialism...
affections of wanting a mate... etc.
then i prayed
Lord... the chords of affections are scattered
gather them and rein them onto your cross
and he bundled them for me... and gently (not pulling) then rested them on the beam of the cross
no more strain
just laying in surrender
laying organized and still
i need to get my heart like that
that was a trippy vision
wow...that is deep..
i tried to draw it
it was not as good as i saw it in my minds eye
those affections that i named above- please
don't repeat them...Created 2009-09-14 00:55:14
Journal: Ingrid -------------------------------------------
Mood: somber and subjugatedWhere is Ingrid? I wish I hadn't deleted that submission. I don't have a copy of it. My words are somewhere floating in fragments lost in between eternity and my heart.
No more deleting work for any man. I will not censor myself nor curve my transparency for no man 'cept Christ Himself. And even He gives me the freedom to express myself.
Oh, Ingrid. I miss you....Created 2009-03-22 19:08:47