While I was driving through Arkansas which like I said was surprisingly beautiful there was this girl who was almost racing with me in her VW beetle the same color as mine. When I stopped at a rest area she also stopped there I did not talked to her as I was busy refreshing she came along and told me “You drive fast” I told her “So are you, you were there always on my right” smiling she told me that she is going to exit in another fifty miles, shook hands with me and told her name as Joan.
When I started I started recording what I was saying to myself. Last night I wrote it down and modified what I told a bit.
Here it is
Pleasant is the word that came to my mind,
Upon seeing you through my eyes,
You are like that cool breeze,
Upon my face I felt,
In the never ending sands of a golden beach,
Imprinting an image deep in my minds eye.
You are that flower by nature,
Again and again touched to perfection,
You are that flower by bee.
Again and again touched to fulfillment,
You are that flower to my bosom I will hold,
And keep in my love ever bloomed.
Your hands in every way perfect,
Every action every humans ever do,
Up in the prayers when they do rise,
None will go unanswered.
And forever blessed will remain,
My heart in those soft hands of yours.
The footsteps of yours is ever guiding,
In paths so righteous,
Every lovers dream of the eternal walk,
Began with the first step of yours,
And forever I will walk over those footsteps,
In the trans of the love of yours.
Yours is the face nature try to steal.
Every morning, evening, night and day.
Yours is the face I wish to carry,
In every bit of my view and beyond,
Yours is the face I promise to hold upright,
Even when tired in the fall of time.
I made a blunder, I did not asked any other details not even her email if she have one, nor did I gave any of mine to her.
I don’t know if this poem is completed, I have a lot more in my mind. I will update it when I add some more to it.
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wow…all of that…because she stopped to say “hi”. Because you were driving in the same direction. You are incredible…what will you write when you meet me? Your words endless I’m sure. *sigh*……I will let you read my poems one day…..one day.
The rain is cleansing. Take a picture of your new place and send it to me. I am still hoping for a complete recovery for both of them. Thanks for the update. I do care. And am thankful. Many heartfelt wishes…Kimmie*
email: kimmie@netins.net
Thank you for your kind words. I appreciate the quote as well.
If I may bluntly critique yours…If indeed this poem was inspired by Joan, I would say the poem is a bit exaggerated. Although the idea of this sweet serendipious meeting with a woman is quite deep, it seems to drag on and on with many assumptions. If i were to write something of this nature, I believe I would’ve made it short and sweet….just like the meeting itself.
But then again, i’m just a realist .
Time for you to meet my family. My husband is: Dave1963, our 2nd son is: isuluke2003 Our daughter is: Just_to_spite_you. We are all on the xanga….all except for our oldest son. He is getting his xanga soon. I have a very unique and wonderfully refreshing family. I think you will like them all. Love to you…
that is a truly intriguing story and good writing to accompany it. cheers.
hey thanks for the comment on my page im currently doind ok and i am getttine ready for the funeral yommarow thanks nite your friend always alisha
This is wonderful…whether inspired by “Joan” or the actual scenery…the words..the images..the softness and gentle flow is wonderful. If there is more..please…finish it. If not…It stands on its own at this moment.
I am glad you are back “here” with me on the good old eastern seaboard…and I love seeing what your trip brought to your voice.
warmest warmest thoughts,
SA
Everyone we cross paths with in our life…it hapens for a reason. Joan may have helped inspire this beautiful poem. I think you may not have seen the last of her. Who knows? Stranger things have happened.