To Melissa

The shore is awaiting the evasive shadow…

Your eyelashes are tremblingly eager

Like your fading glance

Reaching far a purple dream

The season

The melting silk

The mute swan

They all wait

For the return


About julienmatei
I feel an inner urge to express what I see, to communicate and share with others all these impressions. Often the things I see are there, not yet manifest, but waiting... to be observed, talked about, and embraced. These new insights need another approach, a more vivid curiosity... Due to fear and prejudice we prefer to see only "the official" truth - but THE OFFICIAL TRUTH IS DEAD - being dead, it has nothing to give... We can continue pretending Death is fascinating or... we can take the trouble to LIVE... THE NEW has no definition yet... Again, IT requires another "perception", the courage to apprehend everything differently, from a totally new angle, with new confidence and inquisitive touch. This blog is not about interesting concepts, it is about participation... finding new solutions, inspiration, togetherness.

7 Responses to To Melissa

  1. Wow Thank you so much Julien this is so very beautiful, may I ask why Purple ?

    • julienmatei says:

      You see, when I get inspired I am not wholly “responsible” for what comes out.

      The poem kind of writes itself – I many times linger in bewilderment, as to the choice of certain words.

      I associate you with deep blue somehow, but also with purple…or above all, with purple.

      What is “your” secret colour really?

      How are you feeling these days?

  2. Dear Julien, I just received a wordpress report for the year past and was reflecting a little looking though the stats, it led me to this poem and an overlooked no reply.

    Thank you for this once again.

    I’m taking a lot more from reading it again now for some reason. A clearer mind maybe.

    Ive always loved different unusual shades of color away from the basic primary.
    Colors that don’t always have a word association. But in saying that I do wear a lot of black.
    Light antique peachy, pearl, cream, sepia type tones I’m especially attracted too.
    Grey’s and gold, deep blue, navy is beautiful, timeless, calming and reminds me of the sea.
    Purple I’ve always been unsure of to be honest but lately have noticed some interest.

    As I re read your poem. Purple seems to represent my health in past years. Effecting my ability to work, design and be creative as I once used too. Like the oxygen supply was cut in ways.
    Silk is a favorite textile. And you’ve made me think more again about an industry I may become part of again this year that I never thought was possible. Some sparks are starting to return.

    Thank you for being of such inspiration and help though some very dark times.
    Even though I haven’t always replied or acknowledged what Ive felt towards your comments they have always been appreciated. I’m very challenged with the written word.

    Thoughts are often with you.

    Lots of Love…..Melissa xo

    • julienmatei says:

      This is rather a peculiar thing:

      I have a vague memory of a photo of you wearing glasses. Have I seen you or just imagined you?…

      It is utterly weird but the truth is that you are one of those few persons who makes a deep emotional impact on me…How that is possible I have no idea, but I kind of “know” you…without knowing anything factual about you. I kind of see your dreams, your struggles, your fragility and strength…your yearning.

      I loved some very few people: my grandma, my piano teacher at the academy…to name some of them.

      In the same ungraspable way I feel love for you. I long wanted to say this but didn’t dare to say as Love is so rare these days.

      I know you are shy and many times hide away. Still I would like to hear more of your life story.

      I ask you again:
      Do you use Facebook?

      A big hug


  3. Dear Julien

    Have spent the month trying to set up a face book page. >
    Still learning how it all works really.

    As for the glasses I’m suppose to wear them all the time but don’t.
    The pressure of the frame on my face is unpleasant.

    I visited a friend not long after writing my last message to you and her four year old daughter gave me 20cents and told me to buy a purple dress. Beautiful.

    There is a strong connection I feel towards you too. xo

    • julienmatei says:

      So, that´s beautiful:

      That little girl and me knew what your secret colour is 🙂

      That´s the mystery of poetry: it knows without knowing…



  4. julienmatei says:

    Reblogged this on Mirrors of Encounters and commented:

    Poetry knows without knowing…

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