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Distance

by George Hoerner

from afar all faces
as at a distance all places
look the same
but from a shorter distance
details which appear
as wrinkles across the miles
now appear as friendly smiles
just as music heard from the moon
sounds too soft to be a tune
a kiss blown from afar may never land
and a gentle touch is never felt
from a hand withheld
as feelings held so deep inside
are only felt by the one who there resides
like neighbors who from neighbors hide
like those who fear to take a ride
or take that hand and taste that lip
for life is oh such a short trip

09/01/2007

Posted on 09/14/2007
Copyright © 2026 George Hoerner

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 09/18/07 at 05:09 AM

indeed true and indeed a wonderful poem!

Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 09/19/07 at 04:31 PM

Very convincing. In fact you really moved my heart with this...as I do have a part of me that thinks "Distance" -- allows a kind of talk from afar that is intimate in a way the every day isn't -- (such as here in this poem!) but you are right, and I will "take that hand and taste that lip" as you say... "for life is oh such a short trip". Songfulness heard here!

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 06/04/12 at 12:50 PM

This is one of the finest ode's I've seen you weave, George. Each and every line is as a wave pummeling the senses awake. I am particularly enamored and fascinated by------details which appear as wrinkles across the miles.

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