Autumn Fall. {poetry}
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I don’t believe that people stop believing in love, despite disappointments, for a variety of reasons. Putting love on hold, however, is something I did. With purpose.
After several long-term relationships ended, I decided that perhaps my timing was off or I had unrealistic expectations. Or that living alone, not sharing my life, was just easier. So I stopped looking. Then in 2016, this country went crazy and nominated a lunatic to run for POTUS. I was fired up on Facebook. Had a lot to say. And said it a lot.
One very new, intriguing voice began to comment on my posts. We began a political dialogue that segued into a more personal nature, then on to private messages, video chats, long, deep conversations. For a year. Long-distance. New York/Seattle. One year after we friended each other, we met and spent 10 completely amazingly wonderful days together. This is the sweetest love I have ever experienced.
We had October on our calendars for a long time, and Relocation is on my list of new titles.
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Our October
We waited an eternity to share its elegance
Brought together through a random connection
Because there was a climate change of the world
Like the seasons
No control
But a desperate cry to make sense of
How humanity fell from grace
I was falling
You caught me
The greatest fall of all
Two children of the decade
That created powerful passion
A road map to living
Quest for humanity
Journey for justice
I didn’t know you then
But I knew you existed
Then a haphazard, unplanned bond
Words, solutions, ideas, hopes, dreams
Anger, disbelief
An honest exchange of feelings
That grew intimate, familiar
Safe and sure
You were falling
I caught you
The greatest fall of all
Three thousand miles between
A desire to meet
That blossomed and grew to peaks
That lifted us, inspired us
We were both falling
Now I don’t want to know of
Hearing the daily dreadful news
Or reading something that you would love to hear
Without you
I don’t want to know of
Perfect days.
When you could be holding my hand
And I am in the safety of your arms,
I only want to know that
Our October
Allowed us to fall
In love
The greatest fall of all.
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Smitten by the lyrics and poetry of the sixties, especially Joan Baez, Bob Dylan, Joni Mitchell, Debi Cooper holds a great love and purpose for expressing herself through words. She is inspired by love, beauty, compassion, exhilarating new adventures and ideas, people who make a significant difference in the world, and the beauty of the Left Coast. Like many poets, artists, musicians, Debi is moved by everyday experiences: becoming a mother, seeing the world through the eyes of tiny humans, embracing their discoveries and development as they segue into the world with fierce independence. Recently, her passion has been focused on the political climate in our country. During daily disbelief and often fear, she looks for the beauty that surrounds her, contributing to significant change, humanity the people who sustain and encourage her and love that transcends the darkest days. Whether struggling with a challenging childhood, participating in a life-changing protest, falling in or out of love, sharing matters. In words, song, art. Being open to the kaleidoscope of living — in all hues and possibilities — is the genesis of Debi’s artistic expression.
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