Found You - Poem By Cathy Nerujen
Out in this cold blue dusk,
distant trucks on the road,
I’m trying to track your words,
as awkwardness fills the silence.
The evening breathes, but
it won’t exhale,
the suspense is killing me.
This foreign land, the smell,
the toasted mellow marsh
and salty stale hot air.
We are silent you and I.
No answer to my proposition.
The willows do not bend,
the bamboo straight and tall,
dark water clogged with leaves.
The reeds make no admissions.
I am a dying fish needing light.
While birds they never speak.
The sun succumbs to the sea again,
and Gaia takes a drink of her.
As blues and yellows turn to greys –
Your parka wrapped around you,
your Nikes pointed inwards,
a plop from a stone you throw,
a ripple tries a half smile –
my arguments are spent –
my soul begins to close on you,
then swallow as you take my hand,
your fingers warm and familiar,
without seeing your eyes,
I see you stare at me.
About this Poem:
This is a poem about attachment, and about love for a dear friend. It was intended as being dreamlike and abstracted from reality, just as the poet had felt, when writing it. But too many fine details of the moment invaded the writer's conscience. So the scene just forms before us and memory has its way with the writer.
The tone is plain, anecdotal and one of natural speech, magnifying the solidity and reality of the event. An awkwardness from something outside our immediate vision has occurred and we begin at the edge of a swamp in a strange place - where two people are sitting, silently. The muggy dense atmosphere surrounding them threatens to suffocate the narrator, and is so evident. It's narrated in the first person singular.
Despite the tension and the darkly-painted scene in words, the poet eloquently catches the natural beauty in the murky surroundings, in the sunset and the sounds of the coming night. It reveals small clues as to the insight of the storyteller. A friendship in free fall is under threat, and it's resolution finally comes when the other person, who is devoid of close description suddenly hugs the narrator poet, breaking the built up tension.
The poem is in a way, like a sling being tightly pulled back, and then released at the end. The end is upbeat and full of optimism, assurance and intimacy. The poem crafts an arc and flow very simply and fluidly.
Your hand it squeezes mine,
and we turn and fall
into a hug, and then a
real tight hug, as the
air is knocked out of me –
and you whisper sorry and you kiss me.
The dull dark shadows
sound with noise,
as frogs and birds begin their call,
and tegument of dark arrives,
we open our lips and drink the night.
And each other.
Written in mid 2009, and written about a summers evening somewhere in India, some years before it, with a special friend. Two friends... two lovers, separated by something beyond their control, somehow find each other again. Found You is a spontaneous poem. It is written as a love poem and a sweet remembrance of things past.
Dedicated to a beautiful woman, an inspiring writer, and poet, Blaise25 - author of "Toss and Turn. And for Cassy, ever supportive and ever understanding.
Copyright © 2009 - 2017 Cathy Nerujen. All rights reserved.
This is part of a series of love poems and romantic poetry that I am publishing here on Hub Pages. I will publish my book in 2017.