The way your gentle touch,
Slid down my trembling arm,
And held my frightened hand,
Proves how purely lost and alone,
I am.
The way your gentle touch,
Slid down my trembling arm,
And held my frightened hand,
Proves how purely lost and alone,
I am.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
Like this idea of a complete & compassionate stranger…waiting in the heavy mist somewhere, not quite visible yet so close that you can feel them and they will be there when needed. Stay strong, which I know is so unnecessary to say to a Red-headed Queen! 🙂
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Yes, you have a way of doing that, Dalo. I love the way you describe what we have going here, you know. I’m okay, My Photographer Philosopher Extraordinaire. I adored having you around tonight. Missed your kind and poetic words around here. I hope to read something from you soon. I miss reading that mind of yours, you know. I bet Hong Kong loves having you back. Have a great week…. ♡
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It is nice to be back ~ but it also is somewhat amazing to see how quick this year has flown away. Wish you a great week and start to October. Cheers!
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Yes, I will agree with you about the year flying away, Dalo. However, I am happy to be sharing it with you. Thanks, my dear. Wishing the same for you always.
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Somebody is there to steady you when you need it, right, Aud?!
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Right, always somebody, however the right one would be dreamy.
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Oh Audrey, this sounds so sad. We have been made for connection/relationship. We long for it.
Lovely and emotionally strong.
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We have, I completely agree, Staci. ♡ Thank you.
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lovely & moving~
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Thank you, Cindy
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Compassionate strangers… they seem so rare these days. Thanks for reminding us of the possibility that they do still exist. Beautiful. Thanks for sharing.
Michael
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They exist and we can be one of them, Michael. You’re so welcome and thank you for your comment. Hope your day is going well. ~Audrey
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Wow, Audrey! The emotions just poured from this short piece, so powerful 🙂
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Hi, Neha. Thank you! This poem came right through me this morning. Even though I didn’t experience this in reality, it is how someone we aren’t near by can make us feel. We can make other bloggers feel loved just by a few caring words. You are perfect at doing so…love you. 🙂
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aww love you too my friend 🙂 ❤
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🙂 ♡
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Goosebumps ……
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Thank you, Lady. I love those… xxx
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So do I. That means I am really moved. (((HUGS))), Audrey. Love, Amy
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I’m very happy to hear that, Amy. Thank you. .. xxx
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The second to last line in your poem made me sad, but then you mentioned in the comments about not being lost. So I hope the poem came out of a moment, and that you’re feeling better afterward.
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That section was what made me sad, too, Gus. It was out of a moment. Chemo started today for my father and I was feeling sorry for myself. I really just want to hold his hand through this first attempt. However, I do crave this feeling of a gentle and warm hand holding mine, so that part is so true.
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Yeah. You’ve got great support from your WP followers, but I know what you mean.
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Yeah. Sometimes touching is better than dealing with sadness. Maybe you could write a short story about that…the whole idea of just being taken away from the emotional pain and made to feel. I’d love a story about that right now. Strange admission, but true. Have a great day. 🙂
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This is new to me, a suggestion for a story. I remember that I have a story with a masseuse that may fit the suggestion. Not a really long story, but one of the short-short ones. I’ll dig it out and take another look at it.
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Oh, you know I’ll read whatever you have lying around. Your short stories are wonderful snippets, Gus. Perfect for blogging.
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*nods* I bet he’s alone too, though.
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Helps to think he is, Duke. Makes me sad though, too.
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How can we find out, do you suppose?
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I don’t really know, Duke. I guess wait for him to tell me, maybe.
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Force him to!
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I’m a lady. I wait. I always wait, then attack.
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An awesome strategy you know.
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I think so, too. Guess I’ll see if it works.
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It might, I think.
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Feeling skeptical at best, aren’t we.
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*sighs* Yes.
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I know.
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Good to know, Audrey, you are where you want to be. Pithy, poignant words here
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I think we all crave the touch of other human beings, John. I do think being touched this way would be exactly where I’d want to be. Thank you.
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Lovely poem, but you ain’t lost!
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Thank you, Rajiv. But…you’re right. I’m not lost. I know exactly where I am.
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Lovely
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Thank you 🙂
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you are …
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