A Poem- Run your fingers through my soul

A prose poem about love and growth and change
A prose poem about love and growth and change | Source

Should the perfect memories be left in the past or taken with us to recall and hold onto forever?


There are perfect moments...

The perfect moments

Mean so much

Simple words

And the softest touch

The world stands still

Dusk settles down

I single out the simplest and purest of sounds

Run your fingers through my soul

Feel the breath that makes me whole

Try to see me underneath,

Beyond the layers

Within the breeze.

Understand who I am,

What makes me feel

If you could only understand

That I am real.

I can't feel who I am?


I pray for the silence that will silent the pain.

Silence the fights

Let go of the dust

Let it all settle

Grasp hold of us

Afraid to lose

What it is I know

Afraid to lose

What is still to come

The time ticks down

I lose site of the sounds

I feel my life slip

I can’t feel who I am

Do you see me?


I am still afraid

Can you see?

What is underneath?

All the anguish

Of what has become of you and me

Falling faster now

Losing touch

Still much to discover

But I am afraid I will lose our love

Silence slams down

I tremble on weak knees

A tear is released

I lose my ability to breath

No more options

Not another choice

Change who we are

Or lose grip of us

Run your fingers through to my soul

Lift away from the poison

So we don’t have to let go.

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billybuc 4 years ago from Olympia, WA

I know a couple...I went to college with them....and they have been married now for forty-three years. If you were to see them today you would swear they are newlyweds, so excited and love they are. I marvel at that, Holly! I wonder at times how that is possible. Take two people, with all of their angst, all of their emotions, all of their ghosts and demons, and put them together....and how is it possible that they can remain together for forty-three years and still have a vibrant marriage?

I'm rambling, but your poem reminded me of them.

Beautiful is just a word, but it is the only word I can think of to describe this poem of yours.


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Mhatter99 4 years ago from San Francisco

Truly a treasure. For me, like the jasmine (my favorite) filled air. A;ways there yet something brings it to life. Thank you.

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H.C Porter 4 years ago from Lone Star State Author

thank you bill- My parents have been married for going on 39 years- they too are like that, always playing, always laughing, still holding hands and kissing and hugging. I have never once in my (we wont say how old I am), have I ever seen them argue or appear angry with the other... I guess that is what they mean when they say things such as soul mate or true/endless love. thanks for the comment sir, i appreciate it :)

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H.C Porter 4 years ago from Lone Star State Author

Mhatter99- thanks for the comment and for taking the time to read this one... someone once told me that you can have a billion reasons to leave someone and hate them- but you only need one reason to stay and love them... I suppose much of life and love is this way.

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Cresentmoon2007 4 years ago from Caledonia, MI

Interesting writing about love, loved it. Voted up.

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jhamann 4 years ago from Reno NV

This poem really hits home, you seem to have such an understanding of the anguish and despair that can build up when trying to work out two people in love. Jamie

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Seafarer Mama 4 years ago from New England

Very lovely poem. H.C....very heartfelt with the knowledge that choosing love makes us vulnerable, but happier than if we don't. :0)

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MarleneB 4 years ago from Northern California, USA

I always enjoy your poems and the visuals that accompany them. I really like the drawing titled "Do You See Me". It is quite intense.

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ahorseback 4 years ago

H.C.Porter , i think that as we get older , like our parents ......love becomes a matter of Choice as well as a gift, maybe some of thier magic is dimmer ,yet the choice to love is still there ! You write soo awesomely ....is that a word it should be !

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H.C Porter 4 years ago from Lone Star State Author

Cresentmoon2007- thank you for the comment, I appreciate the vote up :)

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H.C Porter 4 years ago from Lone Star State Author

jhamann- thanks for stopping by and reading this poem. love carries with it much confusion, pain and joy- the older i get the less i believe i understand it. thanks so much for the comment, i am glad that you liked the write :)

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H.C Porter 4 years ago from Lone Star State Author

Thanks Seafarer Mama- very true thoughts about love. sometimes we have to take the good with the bad if we want to truly feel love and the happiness that it brings.

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H.C Porter 4 years ago from Lone Star State Author

MarleneB- Thanks, I am glad to hear that. I took somewhat of a break from publishing for awhile, but I think the words are back and I am no longer stuck in writers block land. One good thing that came from the writers block was I picked up a paintbrush/pencil and paper and began sketching and painting again. So everyone will be seeing new photography as well as new artwork from me within my articles. Thanks for stopping by, reading and commenting :)

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H.C Porter 4 years ago from Lone Star State Author

ahorseback- always a great thing when i see that you have visited and commented on my work :) I think awesomely is a real word, and if not- yes, it should be. I am glad you liked the poem :)

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