here again is that anticipated
when of you,
more of if than of ever
and I tell myself I can picture
your bare feet
on my floorboards
convince myself I wouldn’t mind
of my space – its sanctity
overrun by the solid reality
of an other
sweeping aside the silent hours
for tangible skin –
in intangible when
© Sarah Whiteley
I am feeling those first two lines, Sarah – Bob has been away a week and will be home late tonight – ‘that anticipated when of you’- really such a glorious couple of lines in another one of your beautiful poems – K
🙂 so happy you have Bob’s homecoming to look forward to! wonderful, Kathleen!
Oh how well you’ve captured those feeling of ‘return’ anticipated…brilliant write!
thank you, Charles! and BTW – your book is on its way to me right now! 🙂
Is the invasion of one’s (normally quiet) space a good thing? Yes….no…yes…no..er..yes?
a ha! and that right there would be the dilemma 🙂
Beautifully written of a longing heart and soul, Sarah…have a lovely weekend!
beautiful, wishful poem, Sarah! simply beautiful, and much enjoyed the read 🙂
thank you so much, Francina 🙂 I love that word -“wishful”
A poem which I could have written.
But I couldn’t have written it as well as this.
I feel your longing Sarah
David, you definitely could have written something like this! Just in another manner 🙂 Thank you so much
Solitude has won me. Beautiful poem. Earthy very.