In That Somewhere - a poem

 In That Somewhere 

 

Lying back against the grain 

I noticed something aching 

My heart, my soul, my mind in fact 

I feel my eyelids shaking 

 

I’d not be too far off to say 

I know there’s something happening 

It seems that just beyond my dream 

Someone out there is waiting 

 

Waiting just for me to say 

I know who you are and love you 

I know that someone out that way 

Is wanting to be found too 

 
In that somewhere 

In that space 

Somewhere past my dreaming 

Someone waits to say ‘It’s me’ 

Another tear—I’m trying 

 

I’m trying hard to wake and find 

The love my heart desires 

But when I wake he is not there 

My mind’s voice—a liar 

 
Somewhere in that somewhere 

Deeper thoughts unfold 

I fantasize—you’re smiling 

But soon wake to be told 

 

That all I think is only thought 

And all my wishes wishing 

I just think someone has to be 

Out there somehow—somewhere 

 

Jude Stringfellow 

1982 

A Writer's Right - a poem

 A Writer’s Right 

 

Escape me now 

Oh, wretched pen 

Don’t lure my hand to wander 

Too often times 

Your inkened soul 

Starts my mind to ponder 

 

If left to you 

My tears would roll 

To stain my heart ‘believer’ 

Because of you 

I dream of lies 

Reality—is fleeting 

 
It’s just no use 

I know it’s said 

A fool keeps right on dreaming 

I write fine lines 

So well disguised 

There’s nothing for the keeping 

 
Romantic fires, 

A blanket’s warmth 

These things belong to my pen 

Chilled Rose’ wine 

And whispered lies 

I wonder who will read them 

 

Through words on page 

Our lovers rage 

So clear in their deception 

It’s not mere ink 

(As you may think) 

How dare I say—a passion! 

 

Jude Stringfellow

circa 1980