Somewhere His Love*
He thinks he sees Dr. Zhivago outside his window, haggard and hollow-eyed, bereft of his beloved Lara, and he knows that if it were him standing there instead, alone and knee-deep in the same windy drift, he too could somehow manage to take one more step, climb one more frozen mountain.
he dreams of her voice
distance ceases to exist
all obstacles fade
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*Prose was originally verse, (original was past tense, 1st person) now reworked to set up the (newly-added) closing haiku.
Memories can move mountains — or climb them Ron…
OMG, the ultimate in Romantic!
Dr Zhivago is one of my favourite films, Ron! This is such a romantic haibun, a reminder that love conquers frozen mountains and all other obstacles.
Heartbreaking movie, my favorite 💔
love can provide exceptional strength.
somehow, your poem reminds me of Capt. Scott’s last expedition.
I remember seeing that movie with my husband. Wow those were the days
Happy Sunday Ron
Much💗love
Love. It’s stronger than the strongest obstacle.
A beautiful write, Ron.
Imagination and dreams are a fantastic way to travel.
Can a voice from a distant memory fade away? Sometimes