An Islamic fabric remnant has survived centuries virtually intact, L'Institut du Monde Arabe, Paris.
This "deja vu" poem for Writers Island is based on the idea of a reunion with a soulmate:
Deja vu - it's you!
That same face that won my heart
nearly a lifetime ago.
All these years later,
I remember the thrill
we felt from that first moment:
exactly the same reaction now,
with an added frisson of fear.
Time has taught us
that overwhelming joy
comes with a high price,
often difficult to bear.
Others don't understand
or care about the magic
that infuses every breath
in each other's presence
or the sense of wholeness
and completion
we feel when we are together.
Friends and family worry only
about convention and appearances
that fit into their pre-conceived notions
of appropriateness;
love simply doesn't enter into the equation.
Yet for us, love has never wavered,
despite too much space and distance
and bad timing and wrong decisions,
made in haste and defiance
when practical choices were limited.
So here we are again:
living proof that one doesn't choose love;
it chooses you.
From the moment our eyes first met,
a flame leapt to life in both our hearts.
And all the intervening years
and oceans of tears
have failed to extinguish that fire.
How can we say goodbye - again?







"From the moment our eyes first met,
a flame leapt to life in both our hearts" - you captured that first moment of recognizing love, so well.
Beautiful, Tara.
XOXO
Posted by: tinker | 26 March 2008 at 08:57
Such a tender and romantic poem. I really enjoyed it.
Posted by: jadey | 25 March 2008 at 17:47
'...living proof that one doesn't
choose love; it chooses you.'
oh that is so true tara....
when you least expect it too.
it makes me sad and feel so
empty to think of soulmates
not together ~
all those emotions fear, lack of
courage etc....standing in the
way of love...
but some people are so good
at calling their soulmate into
their life:)
(hugs)
Posted by: madelyn | 24 March 2008 at 16:57
Lovely words Tara. I can identify with so much that you said.
Posted by: keith hillman | 24 March 2008 at 11:03
"One doesn't choose love, it chooses you..."
These are such beautfiul sentiments throughout this poem. I know several people whom this fits perfectly.
Posted by: Becca | 24 March 2008 at 03:48
Deja Vu - my comment didn't post. :) I like you porm - it made me think.
Posted by: texasblu | 24 March 2008 at 03:40
Wonderful poem. Made me think. :)
Posted by: texasblu | 24 March 2008 at 03:38
Love the emotions in this poem. It is a beautiful affirmation of kindred spirits.
No! You cannot escape a soul mate once you have been chosen!
My partner and I are living proof of that! We are one, wherever we are. We have our own special frequency that can never be broken!
Hope Easter was a happy one for you!
Gemma
Posted by: Gemma | 24 March 2008 at 02:42
frisson of fear - so vivid! Lovely poem - I've often wondered about this, but haven't experienced it...yet. :)
Posted by: Tumblewords | 24 March 2008 at 01:19
I believe in soul-mates, here and in the hereafter. Beautiful Tara! xxoo
Posted by: Tammy | 23 March 2008 at 19:34
Tara, that touched me so deeply. You are describing to a T my husband and I. We each wove in and out of each other's lives for 10 long years before realizing we could not say good bye again.
Posted by: Yoli | 23 March 2008 at 19:31
Tara, that was beautiful. I once felt like that. Lucky you.
toujours, Melanie (lanie)
Posted by: Melanie-bd | 23 March 2008 at 18:54