Connection
There is a hunger for connection
Deep down in one’s soul
Under all the layers
That moment when you cut
Through all the bullshit that
Surrounds every relationship
And connect
There are no ex wives, old boyfriends, or needy children
The stress from work is immaterial
The unsold house, the bills, the mistrust
It’s not separating us in this instant
There is only the two of us
And the ping rate is minuscule
It’s there and then it’s gone
Back to daily life
One suffers the hum drum of routine in memory of that moment
As the power of two dance before them, drawing them in
And usually spitting them out
But for the rare moment
When defenses drop and we’re given another glimpse
Of what’s behind the great wall of ego and thought
This poem contributed to
dVersePoets Open Link Night #13
This poem contributed to
dVersePoets Open Link Night #13
6 comments:
Hum drum of routine can be found at my place, is so nice one and a while just to heave it all and take a break.
I found this easy to identify with. There are those moments that just resound.
i think we all want that connection...and i think we set a high bar for it at times...the hum drum, i have been there...and it is much easier to break out of thatn your would believe...
And sometimes, like when crises develop, that hum drum actually starts looking pretty good.
love it,
we all do hunger for connection, within our comfortable zone.
Hum drum is sometimes, solicited.
Like I do today..
stolen moments
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