ACROSS THE LAKE, EERILY: A Hand of Friendship

On opposite shores
of a stretch of lake,
an Erie divide where
the lake effects hide.
From Maumee, Ohio,
her dark eyes search eastward
for the sound of mused
verses and rhymes.
And from Sloan, New York,
his search emanates,
a westward insemination
of idyllic thought,
ever wrought on the
strength of connection,
poetic perfection
an elusive prize,
but lost in the eyes
of beholders both varied,
the beauty that rests there
is prompted and harried.
The wonder he sees
in the heartfelt struggle
of a mother and wife,
rapt in poetic nuance and affluence.
And she awed and mystified
by a heart mired
in romantic remembrance
and comedic absurdity
written by a hand
as new to the fight
as her own nudged
poetry proclaims.
Two names, as far
as they can see
Walt and Marie,
plotting along
to bring the other
to their next best verse.
A joining of spirits by
two veritable strangers,
posing no danger
to the comfort their
sole influences provide.
The stretch of an extended
hand of friendship across
the waters of this Great Lake
returned in the guise
of a poetic handshake
and touching each others
muse unmistakably.

*** Written in October 2009 on Poetic Asides, the pre-cursor to this same titled blog.

Walt 

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