What I'd give to see you again
What I'd do to touch your face
But for now I will just pretend
You never really left this place

I touch them all; the old ones first
With dancing fingers I feel
The life residing with such a thirst
But I know that it isn't real

I watch my step, jump over you
And stop on the other side
Through breaking tears I always knew
You'd always be by my side

Reading of you on bended knee
I lean in to feel the loss
I hope you know out here it's me
And my pain finally got across

I close my eyes and make believe
That I don't feel so alone
Often out here you'll see me
In this field of stone

Selina,

I really like this one. I connected with it. I am feeling sadness due to loss of a friend over a year ago. His name is Jonzie and his birthday is coming up next month. That is the day I have chosen to visit his grave. I haven't been able to bring myself to go before then because it is just too painful. I think you are very talented and agree with Stevie, don't let unknowns get to you. They don't have the guts to tell who they are, so they mean nothing really. Keep up the great work. You have a fan in me my dear.

Thanks,
Nikki
hollywoodsnoopy

See right there, it didn't even log me in. I feel like the hypocrit because it classified me as an unknown, bah.

Nikki

No worries, Nikki; you're the nicest Unknown I know.

I love this poem too. I too am wrestling with this issue... I haven't been able to visit my Mom and Grandma's graves since I had to sell my own gravesite there in the family plot, back when I was fighting so hard to keep the old family home here where I took care of them when they were sick, and where they had raised me. It's all so sad... I think I need to go and visit their graves. I guess I am afraid of seeing some stranger buried next to my mother there, in that corner of the family plot where I would have been. But, what does it matter now? Still, it matters somehow; these issues are so complex, so sensitive that they are not subject to logic and reason; they are like poetry.

Good to see you here, Nikki. I have been so ill lately I haven't been good for much, but I want to do more hereabouts. I will do my best. I am in the midst of bringing out my new book, still, but I am told it will now be ready early next week; in any case, the editor is wonderful, and I am not in the least impatient. I know it will be right when it is done; it will truly be ready when it is ready.

I think things can be really good here for us, Nikki. Selina is a dear friend of long standing, and I am so glad to see her back again with us, and with you here things are so much better. You and Manders Flanders Sunshine, and all our friends who make it good here.

I have been scribbling as always... I hope you like what I have been up to of late, as well.

Much love to you and to all of goodwill, both Known and Unknown,

+Stevie

Fiat justitia, fiat lux!

Stevie,

I am sorry to here you have been ill. I too have not been in the greatest of health or spirits lately. I do enjoy coming here to read what others have to offer. It cheers me so. Thanks for always being a good friend to me. I was speaking with my mother the other day and said matter of factly "If I didn't have the strong friend and family base I did I would be insane right now." I do believe that to be so true. I have my good days and bad. Trying so hard not to let the bad days take over. I wish you wellness and blessed happiness Steven.

I am glad Selina is here too. Quite the enigmatic poet I love so well.

nikki

I just keep getting my ego stroked! Ha!

My Uncle Jack died when I was 12 (I'm 20 now) and I have only been out to see him four times. It is just a really painful thing for me. I try to go, but I always drive past and look away. Jack was my world and the only stability I had growing up and losing him was like my cement turning into quicksand. Geez.

Glad you guys can appreciate it. I about got all choked up when I was writing it and then again when I typed it up.

Blessed be!

Selina

it's so good that you can remember in poetry and grace him so well.