Month: July 2023

The First Time

I remember the first time you touched me.

my mind …

my heart …

my body …

my mind was like a landscape that you explored with deliberate, tender steps

seeking to behold another soul, waiting to know if I were the one or should you move on.

my heart was like a garden, on which you sowed seeds of your vulnerable, truthful self – transparent and transcendent

breaking open to let the slender, fragile shoots of your beautiful soul

blossom into a fiery, enduring love that rages beyond finite time and space.

my body was like a canvas lavished by the brush strokes of your deep desire

to know me – the vibrant colors and rich textures of sweet communion with your beloved.

All these touchings are now just memories I cherish

and longing for them to come alive again

in my dreams

in my striving

to keep you ever present

with me,

long after I finally decide to scatter your ashes over the ocean that once separated us, but now

has become an ever flowing reminder

that our love goes on and on …

– Carla A. Romarate-Knipel

7.19.23

(copyright 2023)

an ever flowing reminder that our love goes on and on…

Grief can be a savage beast

Grief can be a savage beast
that can pounce at you
any time, tearing your heart into unrecognizable shreds…
and then there are times that it sits beside you like an old friend
quietly keeping you company,
while you wait as an unseen power
gently mends your heart
and pieces them together
one shred at a time.

By: Carla A. Romarate-Knipel (copyright 2023)

Bell Lake, Woodbury, NJ USA

photo by: Carla A. Romarate-Knipel