in the air between
the High street chatter, the cafe clatter
the girls that giggle, the toddlers that wriggle
the drunks that stagger, the studs that swagger
the shop window scene where mannequins preen
in the air between
the Christians that preach, the beggars that reach
the ice-cream man, the delivery van
the boys that slouch, the addicts that gouch
the political tracts with their questionable facts
our souls meet
and drift
to a distant island made of you and I
when we hear the echoes of the day
whispering in our ears
we think it is merely the sigh of a wayward wind
we smile indulgently
and we kiss
©Jane Paterson Basil
Making it write 
Wasn’t a particularly good time for me to read that one. It made me get all teary… Your poetry really touches me, Jane…
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I would apologise, but if it made you teary you probably needed to cry, Calen.
Do you feel like talking about it? {{{hugs}}}
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Thanks, hon, but it’s just the usual stress of miscommunication… We all have to deal with it. 🙂
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Well… OK, I guess all I can all I can do is send you more {{{hugs}}}
That’s a brave smile. Is this a funny one :S or just a confused squiggle?
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It’s a colon and an S?
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It was worth a try… 🙂
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Reblogged this on Impromptu Promptlings and commented:
This made me sad today. But it was so beautiful I had to reblog it. You’ve got such a gift, Jane…
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Thank you for the reblog Calen – it wasn’t supposed to make you sad…
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Beautiful!
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Thank you – I’ve been away from your site for a while, because I was so frustrated with my comments not showing up, but it seems they are again, so maybe my pingbacks will work too.
Now I’m not getting email alerts. Is there no end to this torture? 🙂
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This is a beautiful juxtaposition of the noise that surrounds the focused quiet o two people in love. Love the internal rhyme – very well crafted and poignant.
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Thank you LuAnne 🙂
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Just saw the reblog of this. It’s beautiful Jane. Did you see the WP announcement about pingback problems a few days ago… they’re working on it, apparently. Again 🙂
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I didn’t see the announcement because I’m not receiving any WP emails of any kind. There’s a lot of stuff that WP need to fix. Every time I login I feel as if I have a paper bag over my head, noe that I’m no longer getting email reminders. For all I know I may have had a response from the WP forum, but haven’t got the email notification. I’m fed up.
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Oh dear, that doesn’t sound good at all ! Have they still not responded to you ?
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No. If it wasn’t for all my friends on WP I would emigrate to Blogspot. I’m disgusted. It’s putting me off switching my laptop on. I’ve had one problem after another, and aside from an email asking me to fill out a form and another telling me that they’d sorted the (original) problem out, nothing has happened – actually that’s not true, something has happened, it’s got worse.
Oh, and they seem to have become less accessible. I can’t even find the email contact form.
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Gee, that’s not my experience with them at all. I’ve always found them very good. So sorry to hear that !!
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I found the public face of WP very friendly when I did the courses, but they seem to be backing off lately – there’s less interaction. There are a lot of frustrated WP’ers around.
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I got that impression. Maybe they’re getting too big. WP uni is now all self-learning. I’ve signed up for a few, but find I’m skimming through and not doing them properly. Without that daily task stuff and inter-action, it’s just not the same.
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That’s what I found – yes, it’s probably getting too big. I expect Monsanto will be buying it up soon, and using it as a brainwashing tool.
“Genetic engineering is good, genetic engineering is goooood.”
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lol !!!!!!!
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Such a beautiful poem! It’s so visual at the beginning, but then you can feel the hush when it’s just the two of them… Very romantic.
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Thank you. When I was in my teens I saw a guy playing pool and instantly fell for him. The next time I saw him I was in the middle of a busy dance floor. I happened to glance towards the door, and saw him coming in. We locked eyes and walked towards each other. I got tunnel vision. All I could see was him, surrounded by a bright aura, beyond which there was only blackness. We met in the middle and danced. Every romantic poem I write is about him.
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You’ve got such a wonderful way with words, and your poems are wonderfully evocative!
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Thank you Fimnora. This poem is important to me – although it only took half an hour or so to write, on one level it’s been 45 years in the making…
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You’re welcome, Jane. So much of what we write is always unfolding in the days of our lives, and comes out at the time it is ready to be seen.
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You have a point. I think I know why this poem came out now -I may have finally resolved something…
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