Original DDE™ surrealistic art: “Connecting” by: rob kistner © 11/21/23
L etter by letter
word by word
I reach out
mindfully crafting impressions
from fingertips flow feelings
sculpting love
memory engaged
spirit enlivened
my thoughts ignite
my heart pours forth
I share
honest emotion
barriers down
longing for real connection
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rob kistner © 2023
Poetry at: dVerse
Rob, real is becoming in ever-shorter supply in the digital age. I know your dad taught you where to find it, and I hope you are still going out in it to get your doses of real.
I am Lisa, to the degree I am physically able. My soul has experienced the essence of real, thanks to that wonderful man who adopted me — so what I can’t touch physically, I will always touch spiritually.
That’s the beauty of writing. Whether it’s letters or poetry or prose, the sharing of honest emotion engendered by experience and the longing for a connection makes it worthwhile. Although sometimes we don’t connect (not because we make mistakes, but because people just don’t get us) and that makes the craft something heart wrenching.
All we can do is reach out honestly. The connection will happen where it is meant to.
Thank you! I resonate with the pain of “people just don’t get us” – both on the receiving end and (because I DO make mistakes) the discomfort-giving end.
I was looking at some 48-year-old letters (from a guy called Rob, not this one!) and realised that he had “seen” me and loved me then – and I had been unaware…
I am sorry Kathy, to read your “ships that passed in the night” story about your Rob. 🙁
well written, concise, and evocative.
Thank you Tzvi… 🙂
Awesome, as always, Rob. Thanks.
Thank you Ron, always appreciate your kind words brother… 🙂
Lovely Rob!!! When feelibgs can flow through poetic harmony.
Much????love
Much love back Gillena… 🙂
That’s the beauty of the handwritten letter, building connections that last and are meaningful.
And that you can keep and hold, knowing they were created and touched by the sender. Much more intimate than the electronic touch of a keyboard. The writer had to physically commit to creating communication to you, physically arranging the writing materials, putting pen to paper, folding th stationery to put in the envelope… and then hand-delivering the letter, in stamped and hand-addressed envelope, to the postman, or even more inyimate, hand it directly to the other person — that’s all ceremonially very meaningful and touching.
mindfully creating impressions … fingertips, flow, feelings … sculpting love…
Rob, I feel these your tender words and receive them into the aching muscles of my heart-mind.
Connection happens through sharing our poetry, and playing our letters onto the skin.
Yes Kathy, I loved writing letters, and continued to do so until increasing arthritis in both hands finally made it impossible for me — going on 6 years now. I always felt close to the one to whom I was writing as I was in the physical tactile act of writing the letter — putting ink pen to stationery. It was a wonderfully intimate way of reaching out. I miss it, and I think the world misses it too, because less and less we seem to be using handwritten, and more and more using text and short little blips. I can still at least communicate using the “single-finger” typed text with my top my iPad. I am very thankful for that ability, but I do really miss being able to handwrite letters to my loved ones and friends. Call me old-fashioned.
If we just could write that way… I would love it.
I can’t do it anymore Bjorn, because arthritis has invaded both of my hands, but I used to love to write letters. I’d make them little works of love, of art, to the best I could.
There is something about letter writing that does seem more honest; perhaps it’s the remove.
It is less casual and requires a little effort and thought. I feel less what makes what is communicated more sincere, because I feel we are less likely to just make throwaway comments.
This is so poignant, Rob. We try to connect in whatever way we can.
Thank you Dale… 🙂
Arthritis is a robber baron who has deprived you and your friends of a source of joy as conjured up in your poem Rob…
Arthritis is a bully. It has taken my ability to write by hand, and to do my mixed media art — my Serenity Totems.
from fingertips flow feelings
– I love this line, makes my mind buzz with imagery
????Suzanne
Thank you Suzanne I appreciate that you find the poem resonates for you… 🙂