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Port Angeles, WA 98362
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Poetry
Music is a moment in our life. It is a sound to awaken how a moment felt, smelled, looked .
When everything has been forgotten - there is a song to bring back a moment, to bring us back to a place and time we treasure.
Hear the music, feel the music, see the music.
©Tricia 2009
Love without Presence
Significance is the question taunting my thoughts.
Significance of love without presence-
empty space
filled only by the aura of our transcendental dreams.
Even the smell of your cologne has deserted your shirt
- purposefully left hanging on my doorknob years ago.
I stand here by the bar where you first surprised me
with a stolen kiss.
Seven years of New Years Eves watching -
watching the true lovers - want to be lovers -
the “I don’t give a damn” one night stand lovers.
I wonder which ones will succeed to relish
in something worth giving themselves to.
You thought of me today –you called to let me know.
Should I feel significant to be thought of-
if forever unembraced ?
If love be significance does it require touch ?
I feel more significant than that young woman stumbling out
on the arm of someone she wouldn’t touch in her dreams.
©2009 Tricia
TRANSFORMATION
LIGHT TRANSCENDS
FROM
SOUL TO EYES
DISAPPEARS
INTO THE DARK
OF LEARNING
WHO YOU ARE
PAINFUL GROWTH
EXPERIENCE
YOU WILL WISH YOU DIDN'T.
LIGHT REAPPEARS
TRANSCENDING.
©Tricia 2009
Those things I need to say... but can't
It is timeless sand
mirrored in triplicate-
hours of trial and error
and try and try again.
Treading sand
with no foundation-
sinking
like the amber ash falling
from your cigerette.
I need to say -
" No MORE-won't do it-
Good Bye"-
but I can't.
©2003 Tricia
So you need to find out who
you are.
You are looking in corners-
searching the dark- exploring
the light.
The timeless ever consuming mystery
in scribbles of time.
While you are seeking who you ARE
~Don't lose yourself.
©2009 Tricia
HUSH
It creeps through our life
on tiptoe-
We search for clues
to identify this intruder.
Uncomprising-it remains
like a theif to our soul.
The body lives-
as our inner self dies...
empty abandoned shells
to be swept into a dark blue
eternity... hush.
It creeps through our life
on tiptoe-
the quiet lies-unspoken truths-
secrets.
Hush.
©2009 Tricia
All Poetry and images on this sight are original writings and photography of Patricia Huff. Copyright maintained by Patricia Huff / Amidst Vision Photography.
The smell of you lingers
in my bed
as clear to me as the things
you said -
words profound with love
-crumpled boundaries found me
loving you in vain.
Wanting your presence
in my space - you walk
hand in hand somewhere
I am not...
And I want to run like rain
as I disapate - unseen
-unheard singing my refrain.
©2009 Tricia
Under cover of clouded sky
morning uncurls
like a child in a mothers womb-
sounds of raindrops
sing a soothing rhythm-
and day begins.
©1-30-2010 ~Tricia
~FOLLOWING THE SUNSET~
I see the sky, golden-red glow
on the edge of night.
I see the whisper of clouds, touched
by the light, change color and drift
ever slightly painting an aura
to calm my restless mind.
I should keep driving west.
I want to follow the sun until
it sets.
Desire overcomes me
to embrace every moment of this
hot and sultry summers eve.
I will follow the sun
to the sand and the waves and watch
as it fades into the sea.
I will kick off my shoes and stand
on the shore to watch moon
and stars reflect radient light
in the tide at my feet.
And then -
I will lay on the warm glistening sand
to watch morning follow...
golden-red glow on the edge of dawn...
Sunrise.
© Tricia 1st publication 1998
(*changes 2009)
Amidst the Monday
morning chaos
there is a guarantee
in Tuesday coming to me
less cluttered.
©2009 Tricia
Cocktail Talk
Looking at you across the table-sun setting in the window behind me glows soft colors on your face.
Thoughts of envy taint my listening my trusted friend- as I sit here quietly, trying to comprehend how you came to feel the calm upon your face or the warmth in that resilient smile that remains on your mouth as we talk over cocktails and sunset.Friends visiting curiously like strangers-can you sense my uncertainty ? Is it clear how insecure I feel on this day,at this time. Moving along my walk of thoughts, I fantasize that look of calm blanketing my face-the lines of stress, eracing from my stilted smile.
Looking at you across the table-the sun has set and left its glow painted forever on your face.
©2009Tricia
Awareness
I know what is is I want. When I look at you I see it as bright as my camera's flash.
It is your laugh that tells me you are happy to see me. It is the electric sparkle radiating from your eyes straight into mine. It is the moment when words aren't spoken- yet so many thoughts transcend.
I know what it is I've been needing-
as you lay your hand purposefully on the curve of my back- and accidentally put your hand over mine-wanting to touch me- not insult me.
I know what I want and it feels fresh as rain on my skin on a hot summer day.
I know what I need and looking into your smile I know I don't have to pretend.
©2009 Tricia
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Port Angeles, WA 98362
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