caressed in their sleep


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Riding through the heart of the city this week, I passed a couple in the late evening. They were standing outside of a department store on the corner of an intersection, holding hands, smiling so giddily at each other that I could feel their energy from a distance. It was a wonderful moment to witness, and as I passed, I had the thought that I’ll probably remember this moment longer than they will.

Someday, when I’m older, and I’m thinking about happiness, I’ll have this memory of two strangers standing on a street corner, their fingers pressing longingly into the backs of each other’s hands, their eyes excitedly and lovingly exploring the depths of each other’s eyes.

And that thought led to another: that someday, when they’re older, and if they’re still together, that couple will probably wonder at least once why they ever got together in the first place. They’ll probably wonder at least once if they’ve ever actually been happy in each other’s presence.

And I thought, knowing what I now know of love and relationships, if only I could find them again, ten years in the future, and remind them of how happy they once were, leaving a department store on a Friday night just after sunset in mid-summer.


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(1)

Hitting snooze,
the thing I did most today,
wasn’t on my list.

(2)

I will let you fail
as many times as it takes
for you to succeed.

(3)

I couldn’t capture
the longing I felt today
with a net or with words.

(4)

Chatty cicadas …
Do they mock me as I pass?
Do they cheer for me?

(5)

Someday I’ll have to
remind them of how happy
there were together.

(6)

Tonight, Sky,
the painters of the world
bowed down to you.

(7)

a soft breeze blew
and the trees all moaned like men
caressed in their sleep


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Beautiful, that last one. I love your haiku.

Also love the legs! What I wouldn't give to smooch with legs like that, of a grandchild of mine. oh!

Love the story. I wish someone could remind me of the bliss I once felt with my long gone husband. By the time he died, all that was gone, making his death all the more difficult to bear.

I couldn’t capture
the longing I felt today
with a net or with words.

same here.

What is that first shot?

Always a pleasure. Always.

They are good legs for smooching. And they won’t stay that way for long. 😊

The first picture is of a movie screen at a movie theater. By chance, the image that I caught was of two hands reaching out and holding each other. Since the theater was dark, and the images on the screen were changing, the hands are somewhat blurred, but I like that about the picture.

I’m sorry to hear that things ended that way with your husband. Are love and time just at odds with each other?

Good question!

I believe external forces are causing marriages to fail, especially all this hullaballoo about sex. It's very hard to remain married now, too many entities are telling us to look out for this or that being wrong, this or that should be better. It's very difficult to be happy now, someone somewhere is telling us we should have more, and so one or the other sometimes both of the partners become artificially unhappy. We forget the love we once shared, or it becomes perverted. We must relearn how to trust our own inner instincts, and to be allowed to pursue those instincts. We are being forced into an ever smaller world to live in.

I watched a movie called Triangle of Sadness recently. I teach a film class here that is based on dialogues from a monthly movie. I don’t choose the movies, so I never know what’s going to be next. It’s pretty interesting that way.

Anyway, I feel like one of the characters in that movie, Carl, is a pretty good example of how confused people are about love.

So you squeeze teaching a class it too? Teaching is a lot of work, outside of class. Folks don't realize how much time the good teachers spend preparing for each class.

Sound like a cool class. How did you get into that? Is this part of a class for teaching English? Who chooses the movies? Goodness you've opened up a lot of questions here.

Love could be so simple, is very simple, until we bring human cultural expectations into it. The tiny boxes again. Hang on, there's a poem in that!

tiny boxes,
chock-a-block with expectations,
our lives today

Teaching is about 90% prep, 8% execution, and 2% discipline/management, or something like that. It’s definitely a lot of work before you even get into the classroom.

I teach quite a few private lessons in the evenings, but none take as much prep time as this movie lesson (watching the movie, transcribing two scenes, building a lesson plan around the language used in each scene).

The person who started the group of English/movie enthusiasts 18 years ago chooses the movies. So far this year we’ve watched She Said, The Exorcist, the original Japanese version of Ikiru, Maverick, The Godfather, Fame, and The Age of Adeline, The Birds, and Licorice Pizza. Next will be Triangle of Sadness.

I got this job because the person who had taught the class for twelve years returned to the States and asked me if I’d be interested in taking it over. Random and simple as that.

You’ve got a poem for everything.😉

I like it.

Ooooooh, that second haiku. So fundamental in life, love, business, sports, you name it. And yet, we walk around frustrated.

I will let you fail
as many times as it takes
for you to succeed.

My absolute favorite today. Super deep! Love it.

The funny thing about that one is that I had my son in mind when I wrote it, but after sitting on it for a week, I think I really wrote as a reminder to myself.

It should say,

I will let myself fail
as many times as it takes
for me to succeed.

Thanks for commenting. 😊

This was a very good post. I didn't expect to see such a good amount of work.
Very pleasantly surprised and this is giving me inspiration to try my own.
Thankyou very much for your work.

I’m glad you liked the post. I try to post one every Monday. Feel free to stop by again. 😉

Perhaps I am jaded, but...
About the couple, and new love...My dad used this expression: New brooms sweep clean, but they dont stay new for long.

Now that’s a saying I’ve never heard before. That’s a good one!

It's indeed is a beautiful scene to see two strangers in love. The memories, the laughter, the happy times are all that keeps it going. A moment like this is forever remembered

2nd one is my favourite..
but I'll to help you get through this journey towards success.

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