if only, it would rain
so I may lie next to a piece of tin
and hear each drop speak words that soothe
feel the water float into my skin
waves crashing in my ears
cooling the fire in my eyes
if only, I was a pebble
moving with the breath of the ocean
my grey skin being polished by its touch
if only
sad reality
to wake and feel disoriented
like being woken harshly from a sleep
the eyes open, but the mind searches
body feeling heavy and unsure
happiness feels gone from movement and heart
only moments of relief exist
thundering sky calms this drop of water
hearing and watching the ocean breath
slows the blood rushing through my veins
pulling me to a former life, time, existence
what is memory
surely not just the recital of words that rhyme
tasks learned and repeated
faces with names embedded
routes and things we have been told
what then of memory
a memory of creation, single cells
memories of times erased through evolution
are they the free radicals that drive us
to write dots on waves to sing
to simplify words and never let go of that thing we feel
to paint for oneself so we can remember
to sit by great bodies of water, and feel love
to embrace the blessings of the clouds, and dance in its tears
to accept the idea that we did not always have skin
we may not have always breathed air or walked upright
we may have journeyed in the sky beyond our milky way
what I do know and feel is that we possess a complex mind and heart
so if I feel kin to the waves that crash upon the rocks
who is anyone to tell me I am wrong
april 2 2018
© tamaya
Widowed Without A Manual 
What a beautiful piece, Tamaya, so expensive and inspiring, through time and space. So many memorable images, writing dots on waves, dancing in tears, the blood and the great body of water and on and all connected. PS: the cellular artwork is fascinating.
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Thank you Steve! Truthfully after I read you’re the lovely note I had to go back and read my poem again ahahah. Wow I normally feel, then write, and often don’t go back. You made me go back. Thank you for that as well. Your encouragement makes a big difference. Respecting your talent as I do.
Where would we be without others reading our deepest thoughts or our whimsy of fantasy and exploration? We all have such an interesting group of poets that we follow and that follow us. I have been away from the internet for a couple of days, Always a good thing to do.
I wonder If doctors write poetry?
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My pleasure, Tamaya, and you’re absolutely right. It’s valuable and worthwhile in so many ways to have the multiple reflections and refractions we get discussing our works on the internet. And it’s good to break the addiction for a while. 😃
I am sure that some doctors write poetry, although I can only think of one off-hand.
PS: I just read my comment again as well, and noticed I made a typo: it says “expensive” when it should have said “expansive.” So, you know, I wasn’t saying your poetry is expensive. 😄
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