Love Is In Da Blog & SoCs : Aaquaint and or Friend

Just Fooling Around  With Bee said :  today is dedicated to “Stream of Consciousness” and Linda’s “Stream of Consciousness Saturday” which had its first birthday yesterday. So please enjoy our combined prompt and link your posts both to “SoCS” and “Love Is In Da Blog”

LindaGHill said :Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: acquaint and/or friend. Use one, use both, add prefixes or suffixes, but whatever you do, have fun!

Stop Look and  listen

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We pass each other every day on this busy street.

We never make eye contact we never stop to speak.

Rushing here and there we do not stop to think

About the people around us who might be on the brink.

We  are not allow to reach out or even to smile.

People would think  you were mad if you try to stop them for a while.

 

There are so many lonely souls we pass them everyday

They always avert their eyes , why is that always the way.

Why is it so wrong to just turn and smile

To reach out to a passer by and talk to them for a while.

We all could make a difference. We all could make new starts,

We all could help each other out if we opened up our hearts!

 

Look at me fellow loners I am just like you

Busy  out here building walls between me and you.

Let me reach out to you and you could reach back to me

Why can’t we join together and maybe set some of our fears free.

I could be a coat to you I could make you warm

We could make our way through this lonely night and out into the dawn.

Acquainting ourselves  with each other

We could  all find  friends even lovers.

This post is part of SoCS:

This  is  Just  fooling  around  with  Bee  Idea  for  a  February  daily  challenge! To  suit  her  spoilt  inner  child…. and  mine  come  to that so  here  we go! Hold on to your heart!  Join in  here    and  here  and  here 

The Meeting Nano Problano

 

It had been a long day

As I walked home I was tired.

So I stopped for a rest along the way.

I was lonely and fed up too

I know I have a family and a husband true.

That doesn’t always make things right you know,

To the outside things may look perfect but that isn’t always so.

As I sat there I had a chat with God as I often had before,

Now don’t go telling people that or they will say I am off the loop or more!

I sat there telling him my fears when suddenly a really pleasant man appeared.

“May I sit here ” He asked “you look troubled can I help?”

There was something special about this guy he had a kindness in eyes

A gentle smile, he put me at my ease, he just did I can’t say why.

He asked me what was troubling me and why I looked so sad.

It was so strange because immediately I was telling him openly of all the troubles I felt I had.

I don’t know how he did it but he put me at my ease and let talk for hours,

He listened to me and he did not chide or tease.

There was no anger or irritation in his voice or eyes.

He seemed happy to listen and was not embarrassed when tears fell from my eyes.

He didn’t say much but his presence was such a comfort he made me feel alive.

Quietly he seemed to give me Strength he seemed to make me thrive.

As we sat there and the world went by

I felt a peace return, he made me feel myself again, he made me want to try.

The things that were weighing me down and making me feel so small

Were really not insurmountable, he made me feel as if nothing was too difficult at all.

Eventually  I said I really ought to go I noticed the time

He said he would walk with me as his path was the same as mine.

I felt so safe in his company , like I never had before

He made the walk seem effortless as he saw me to my door.

I turned to ask him in for a cup of tea

But he was gone and no one was standing next to me.

Strange, yes it was but I remembered all he had said

And the gentle feeling of his being remained inside my head.

I hope we meet again one day for I shall never forget

The feeling of his kindness and his touch the day we met.

The Man in the Hat

He came when all was but lost, I was at my lowest ebb. He smiled and offered me a drink. For my sins I feared the cost. Still I felt myself being drawn into his web.

He was tall and gaunt but he had a light about him. I could not see the colour of his eyes, he was different and sallow of skin.His hair was black yet streaked with blonde. He made me feel that I and he belonged.

The way his fingers touched his hat spoke volumes, he was the boss and that was that. They say a cat may look at a king but God help the cat that looked sideways at him!

He turned and looked me in the eye I felt my  stomach lurch and my common sense began to fly. My knees were weak and I was trembling, he lent towards me and began to speak, I felt my juices flow. I was already under his spell inside I felt his powers grow.

We had another drink and then another as he sat there unaware I longed to be his lover. He was so odd not at all my type, not that I even thought I had one. He strolled over to the jukebox and put on a song. As I drank my drink I tried not to think what had brought me to this bar what had pushed me to the brink. Why was I here in the middle of the day with this stranger having a drink. He took my hand and asked if I would like to dance , OH!yes I would. I would given just a chance.

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I was tired and bored of my humdrum life, a life bereft of spark.  The days all melding into one  with emotions running in between boredom and strife. I was so bloody sick of of being a mother and a wife. Oh! and middle aged running to seed rolling downhill towards the end of my life.So no wonder I was being swept off of my feet by this strange younger man who for these few moments has made me feel whole and sexy again younger than I am.

We moved around the tiny space, I felt his arms around my waist his lips upon my neck he said lets get a room I slumped a little in his embrace then whispered what the heck. Across the road was an hotel where he quickly booked a room and then behind closed doors he taught me all I had forgot. He took me to heaven that afternoon.

He talked and showed interest in me, he let me talk and set all my demons free. I felt at peace as we left the little hotel, from somewhere on this winter’s afternoon came a ray of sun. He bowed his head and touched his hat and then gently kissed my hand  then he walked off and I was blinded by a flash off my wedding band.

I knew I’d never see him again but that did not seem to matter, I look around and saw the sun set and heard the town return to life and chatter. Then what was there for me to do? I straightened my shoulders and headed home ready for the struggles the smiles and the moans. Back to real life, for no arguing the point I am a mother and a wife.

 

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