My Neighbors
Gary and Debra From the Mystic Compas Poems
I send you two a shout out in our close, loving community here. My Mystic Haven here on Earth.
You met in a noisy, clacking, and heavy bowling alley full of meaningful shouts all of those exquisite years ago. Whoa. Purple and blue marbled bowling balls returned with a story of their own. Returned with joy and promise in their metal house after being chucked down the waxy polished and shined floors. Gary had to fight off “so many other women”, HA!
Savory snacks and soaked shoes defined who you were then and gave you both a glimpse of the promised, waiting future. Look at you now. If only we could all have that.
Love can exist on any plane as long it is yours, Gary and Debra. Tell your story to your eleven (11) grandsouls. Inspire and drink from the cooling dregs of your story. Thank you for giving me a renewed hope of a love so strong that it endures more than anyone should and could in a lifetime.
About the Creator
Raissa Dassel
I have been a poet since my childhood. It peaked during my misunderstood teens and now again in my 50th year of life. It would be an honor to have people respond to my thoughts. I played the piano as a child, too. It is a beautiful life.
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The brief, flash of mirrored light from across the fountained-pond hit my eyes with a spark of memory. Wait. It was channeling and remembering each life moment as if it were the very first to be considered; perceived well and welcomed with open and accepting wings. Carrying these moments with the care of the pure, startling stork delivering a newborn who was once a thought, a grand idea from two human beings.
By Raissa Dassel5 years ago in Poets
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