Thursday, February 11, 2010

What She Saw...

"I could stay awake just to hear you breathing
Watch you smile while you are sleeping
While you're far away and dreaming
I could spend my life in this sweet surrender"

Gently pushing loose strands of long dark hair behind her ear and bending over the page in front of her, pen in hand the woman sighs heavily. Chin nestled in her palm weighing down her elbow leaving grooved ridges from the hard oaken wood table. Here she was a writer - missing words and phrases. Her head rises in frustration catching the broken desolate building across the yard in her view from the dining room window. The corner of her lips pull into a playful smile and she remembered, what she saw…

She saw a man crawl through the brambles and thick tangle of vines on hands and knees to rescue a mewling pitiful cat from beneath a broken down shed. The man more worried about an animal than his own safety. She smiled, shaking her head as he fed the cat before checking to see how badly scratched he might be.

She saw a man sit across from a woman and carry on a conversation. Intrigued she watched him spellbound by mere words. Nothing distracted from the importance of what she had to say – not then or ever to this man. He never minded once hearing her voice. Little did she know soon, he would be one of the few people who truly heard.

She saw a man angrily argue with a woman child that wasn’t his. Little did the almost woman know he cared much like a father. She saw him crumble into tears with worry. He wouldn’t have ever let on, because it was never about him.

She saw a man work hard with sweat streaming down his face and neck as he walked through the door. He wouldn’t be kissed, he smelled of dirt and grime. Little did he know she would have gladly kissed his sweat lined lips. He did it all for her, for them. She knew.

She saw a man slam a door and drive away in anger. A woman felt pain in places and ways she never believed possible. A part of her had walked away with him. She heard the silent apology crying out too late, willing him back. Both at fault - a mere argument that occurs between couples.

She saw two people, a man and a woman stretching boundaries – learning to blend, yet remain separate.

She saw a man play his guitar and pat his amp beckoning the woman to sit. He cried right along with her while he played The Little Drummer Boy. He gave the gift of sound the only way he knew how in her silent world.

She saw a man walk through the door bewildered, confused and torn after taking one look at the woman across the room. Without a word he went to her, gently wiping away tears, he wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. He wouldn’t let go until she believed in herself again, until she knew she was loved unconditionally. He knew words weren’t enough, his arms would have to suffice.

She saw a man reach out his hand with a smile and invitation. And the couple walked that way for some time hand in hand. The smiles on their faces saying more than words could portray.

She saw a man watch a woman worriedly in a hospital room. He could read all the ‘what ifs’ that lined her face. He danced a gig and made a fool of himself until she left the room in tears and peals of laughter.

She saw a man hold up his hand and make the sign for love, the woman did the same letting the tips of their fingers grace each other - This sacred bedtime ritual that was theirs and theirs alone.

She saw a man love a woman.

The woman stopped writing and once again pushed strands of hair away from her face. The evening glow of the afternoon splashed across the table from the window. Her smile was infectious. Her words, her understanding in pen strokes on the page before her testified - love wasn’t a single day, a memory, or even a moment. What she saw…was something with the makings of a lifetime. Solid and sure.




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40 comments:

  1. Wonderful entry. Agreed, love is a lifetime.

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  2. Ah, this was lovely. She saw well, this woman with an eye for love and bangs that stray. Beautiful. A wonderful Valentine tribute!

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  3. This brought huge tears to my eyes and heart this is beautiful my friend and amazing....you are lovely and amazing both!
    love and hugs
    g

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  4. Great entry, I enjoyed it immensely :)

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  5. Indigo - this is beautiful - you brought tears to my eyes and an ache to my heart. Absolutely lovely in its truth.

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  6. How fitting for a Valentine's post. This is absolutely beautiful, Indigo. Thanks, and I hope your heart is filled with love as this prose.

    xoxo

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  7. Beautiful.. and so appropriate for Valentines Weekend! It is wonderful to be loved unconditionally, and I am glad you have it!

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  8. This was very sweet. like that last line which is too true ' love wasn’t a single day, a memory, or even a moment '.

    BM

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  9. in tears and appreciating knowing the security that comes with understanding what she saw.

    thank you for all you have given to me to help put me on this path.

    xxalainaxx

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  10. Very beautiful and well-crafted. Have a wonderful Valentine's Day.

    xx
    Russ

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  11. This is an entry that makes me envious for the perspective that the narrator has. Fine writing.

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  12. and if only we could all be so fortunate to expierence this kind of love.

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  13. Beautiful!! Have a Happy Valentines Day!
    Many Hugs,
    Sheri

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  14. Love, so much more than what is said and yet you captured it perfectly here. Wonderful!

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  15. There aren't a lot of things that move me to tears- but this post did. Beautiful. Thank you.

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  16. Hi Indigo - I've got an award for you over at my blog :)

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  17. This was absolutely lovely!

    Hugs, Rose

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  18. A beautiful Valentine entry. Wishing you a nice one.

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  19. I love that song - and I also would like to wish you a heart felt "Happy Valentine's Day". Wonderful entry~*

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  20. What a profound Valentines entry!
    Best,
    Marty

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  21. The everyday gestures that make our hearts sing, the moments that are embedded into our minds..this IS what weaves love.

    So very beautiful, so very true.

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  22. That was absolutely beautiful. It made me cry and smile at the same time.

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  23. Simply lovely, dear Indigo. Hugs, Beth

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  24. "She saw two people, a man and a woman stretching boundaries – learning to blend, yet remain separate."

    This is stunning. Absolutely stunning. Isn't life about stretching boundaries?

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  25. This is just what I needed to read. I'm so glad you shared it.

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  26. What an awesome writer you are. I love stringing words together, reminding myself of the power they have if strung together correctly, in a positive way. It is easy to see you view the world through your heart. God bless you.

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  27. This made me cry! What a beautiful love story... and you're right, it cannot be summed up in one day, one moment, or one memory. It is meant to be lived and shared with others to inspire - and you have done just that :)

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  28. Your writing is simply exquisite. Wow.

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  29. This was gorgeous, my friend. You are SO right, Love is an entire lifetime!

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  30. Perhaps one day I will be as eloquent as you, perhaps one day the words will flow from me in a manner that will enchant people as yours do...

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  31. Wow, such imagery... beautiful piece (:

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  32. Hey, I love the quote "Writing is thinking."

    Speaking of which, I just read that the root of the word "mind" is the Indo-European word "mem-" for "to think." And the word "think" comes from the Indo-European word "tong" or "to thank." So true thinking is thanking. And by extension (gathering from your quote), writing is thanking as well. Just thought you might like that little tidbit :)!

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  33. This is wonderful. Thanks so much Indigo.

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  34. amazing.....


    I am sorry I haven't been around. I am here now...till the week is over to play catch up.

    this was amazing......truly...utterly, amazing.

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Thank you for giving my silence a voice, my muse your words, and taking the time to discover my prose.