Thursday, May 01, 2008

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We are all...missing something, someone...

The salty french fry....slain by a doctors pen.

A child’s soft fingers, touching the cheek....as if touching the moon.

Lover’s breath...warming the side of ones face....so close you can hear thoughts.

The crunch of snow...when ones legs didn’t seem as brittle as the weak crust of earth.


We are all...missing someone, something...


Laughter, that crinkles noses and sparkles in the eyes like rain drops caught on branches.

Withering but strong hands and the way she brushed her hair back from her face.

How the wind carries the scent of pine off the mountain...rushing over you gently.

The waters, the ripples, the feel of rock on the palm of your hand...the silver glisten.

Some miss clatter, chatter and fussing....others, the quiet, the cricket and the tick tock.

Some miss their breasts, some their teeth, others, miss faces lost in growing dusk.


We are all missing something, someone....


Some miss the toilet, erections and orgasms, the smell of baby powder....or sleep.

The aroma of morning resounding with coffee spoons tinkling white cups and saucers.

The pant of a dog, the tap dancing of four feet....the purr of contentment or the stretch of careless ease by a sunny window pane.

Some miss lips, others their once slimmer hips and some miss all the good tips.

Walking, running or the chance to go up...stairs, ladders and hillsides...are what some miss.

Combs, brushes, hair spray....no need for belts, or wigs, or making up excuses for the reason they are not there anymore....I guess some might not miss.

Some miss families...bedrooms, porches and swings....doors, couches and a place called home.

All of us are missing....someone, something...

-Eric Blauer 5.1.08

7 comments:

Mel said...

Beautiful, bittersweet, and true... Who and what are you missing, Pastor Eric?

Unknown said...

This poem came from a series of thoughts on fear. I was thinking about health matters and how many "things" there are to face physically in life and how we go from living life and then preparing for death in a short amount of time. As I was pondering the different things people face when dealing with sickness and disease; I realized we all are missing something. We all have loss on different levels. We are all losing things day to day. Some stuff is more difficult than other things, but none the less...we all have tasted loss.

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joey said...

wow! i was waiting for you to credit the writer at the end...
and you did! :)
how true indeed, pastor...
i think God made us that way....
missing something...
i felt i would be happy once i was finally happily married...
i am.....
but still feel like i'm missing something...
even with knowing Christ..
something is wrong with the world..
something is wrong with me.....
just knowing that its supposed to be like that.....for now
just kind of makes it better..

Unknown said...

Thank You Joey...I am glad that the poem spoke to you and gave a little encouragement. I agree with you...sometimes it does just help a bit on the journey.

Unknown said...

Oh...and Mel, here is a list of some of the things that were the seeds for the poem that I miss or reflected upon:
-my health
-my relatives health
-my wife
-my children
-my friends
-my grandmother's hands and face
-Robie Creek Id pine trees in summer
-Washougal WA. swimming holes and rocks
-breast cancer, prostate cancer, Grandpa and his teeth and clock,
-childhood pets
-hair or lack of it
-divorce
-the past

Mel said...

Thank you.