What really matters – poem by Bruce Whealton">What really matters – poem by Bruce Whealton
Published April 24, 2009 | 
">Bruce WhealtonWhat really matters
On some beach that never ends I'm with her in my mind... and just for a few moments I can pretend that things never change that sometimes we walk hand-in-hand forever. This is my dream - to stop time like it seemed to happen long ago... when, in those moments, I had nothing else to do, no other responsibilities... nowhere to go no deadlines, no to-do lists, and just for a while there was no one else. That is what I remember! Moments frozen in time. That is what love seems to be... those moments you remember... There is something in those moments that has a certain meaning that endures - a feeling... an image... something said... or shared... certain sounds in the background... whatever it is you remember is all that really matters. By Bruce Whealton April 24th, 2009
Another Time, Another Place, Another Life">Another Time, Another Place, Another Life
Published March 20, 2009 | ">Bruce WhealtonAnother place, Another Time, Another Life
We used to walk
hand-in-hand
at the Botanical Gardens -
in Athens Georgia,
following the paths.
This was my escape, my other life.
And what I felt
is hard to put into words but I can say
that this...
this sustained me
(the feelings remained
and existed throughout the upcoming week)
until I could see her again
a week later -
we lived in different cities.
What I felt
just to hold her hand
or to hold her in my arms – perhaps there is something
else that I am leaving out... maybe it has something to do
with love her love or mine ? Both.
I don't know
maybe I had not known love
before this...
this that came in the 24th year
of my life.
Maybe I really didn't believe
that someone could love me
or be so interested in
Me.
These days, or during the past
2, 3 4 years or even longer,
I need or have needed something more
to feel anything as intense
as this.
Bruce Whealton – March 22, 2009
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