when someone is missing, their possessions take on a new meaning. so where I run into these things, I begin to make songs –

I can feel your empty t-shirt, but I can’t feel you 

I know your spoon as well as I know your mouth

you have the look of the bed you rose from moments ago

in a way, a song is just a long, loving look at whatever it’s considering – a favorite shirt, a spoon, the curving edges of the bed.

outside the song a different reality exists: the world with everyone and everything in it, every place and event, spins and spins, then one day it will all slow down because nothing can spin forever. the world is just that way.

but inside the song, the world is a certain way. inside of it, every molecule of everyone and every place, moment and thing swells with life. it all lasts, and it’s safe forever.

12 responses to “safe forever”

  1. This one’s really emotional. The items someone leaves behind hold power because the person who wore them/held them/slept in them is important to you. I love that a moment can last in a poem or a song, or even in a drawn picture. While life goes on, the feelings & moments shared with that person last forever in a memory.

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    1. the art we make can be a way of keeping them near x

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  2. Cookie, your beautiful and artistic view of a song can certainly be applied to your post as well. ✨ Thoroughly enjoyed my time here. 🙏🏻

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    1. strange as it may sound, I feel safe when I’m with you

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      1. I find that beautiful and comforting, not strange. Thank you for sharing that special message with me, cookie. 😊 In you, I find a quirky kindred poet spirit that I relate to. 🙏🏻

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      2. *who I relate to. 😄

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  3. such depth to this and through your words… such an intriguing way to see/feel… inside the song… safe.
    beautiful, Cookie 🤍

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    1. it’s always somewhere I can go and know it’s going to be OK x

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      1. I’m glad you have that somewhere.
        well wishes your way, Cookie 🤍✨

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  4. The emotional intensity of the “looking into” that you describe is reminiscent of Rainer Maria Rilke, whom is another kindred spirit, a poet like us that plumbed the depths of feeling and poured it into the shape of poetry.
    “O shooting star
    That fell into my eyes
    And through my body,
    Not to forget you:
    To endure.”

    Let these islands of stability buttress us
    with their effervescent humanity!

    Like sunshine stealing away
    the last drop of morning dew from a gentle flower,
    your kind and thoughtful spirit refreshes my heart.

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