everyone wants the same thing
he said to me
once, desperately
we want it
& it’s what sells
mascara & fat-free cookies
not to mention aftershave
& fashion
but
none of those answers
this need
no matter how wide
our wallets open
to look good
to feel good
to smell good
we can buy sex
but not desire
& we can pay a therapist
to care 45 minutes a week
& never get
understood
& that’s what we need
ears
from some(any)one
listening
let’s not even call it
love, just
like in that game we play
with babies
take your hands
off your eyes
& say I see you.
Susan Daniels Poetry 
So many of our social interactions are guided by superficial and selfish whims, regulated by near-contractual obligations to be this or that for someone, for something, for some purpose. After all of that, don’t we deserve the chance to come home to love? To sincerity?
Yes, we do. We most certainly do. For some reason today, instead of working, I remembered something a friend said a long, long way back that triggered this poem.
So very true. I can tell you that I have said to many people those words. I see you. They will tell me I understand them in a way no one does. I tell them that is because I look past walls and filters and see them. A person that wants to be loved and understood just like everyone else.
x,
Becca
That’s it exactly, Becca! Thanks for commenting.
I’m with you on this one. Five hundred years later, they dig up the remains of our cities and all they find is packaging…
Oh yes! All that plastic is not going anywhere. Pity to think all of our trash will outlast us, and perhaps define us.
Interesting. Meryl Steep once described the appeal of sex as, partly, being seen.
Oh, I like that. She is one fascinating woman.
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Renee–Wow–thank you for nominating me, I certainly do appreciate it, but I no longer accept them. I am thrilled and honored that you thought of my blog for this, though.
No problem hon. I’m just glad to know that you got it.
The sentiment here is right from my top drawer, except you manage to put simply what I would have complicated out of shape 🙂
Compliment 37! (It does get hard to find new ways to say you’re great!)
Oh, goodness, Mike, thanks. I know what you mean–because I am running out of ways to say your poetry is wonderful. Perhaps together we can cook up a numbered list, and just make comments to each other like so:
Me: Mike, this was a perfect example of #1 and #7. My emotional reaction to it was a resounding #11.
What do you think?
#R8, #E4, #F9
🙂
oh susan I love this .. absolutely love the truths in this. I think I shall print this one out and keep it.
Audra–that is awesome! Thank you 🙂
I think I see at least some of you….and you’re dazzling.
oh, my. Thanks so much!
Yes, God please, take your hands OFF your eyes… everyone!
🙂
Deep, girl, great read
Polly, thanks so much!
It would have been very easy to stray into over-sentimentality here, but you avoided that pitfall with skill and aplomb. Nicely done
And the last line is an absolute cracker
Duncan, thank you!
Least I could do since you responded so nicely to my pustules and phlegm 🙂
Duncan, I HAD to–that was absolutely brilliant!
Aww gee shucks ma’am
how life would or could, change in a moment of ‘i see you’ clarity. oy susan, this hits me where i live.
Thanks, Rhonda. Yes, hit me where I live, when I heard those words that inspired this so long ago.
And on this note, the night ends. I’m not quite sure yet where my mind wishes to take this one, and that I like.
Cool–I like reading things like that 😉