Posts Tagged Iris Orpi
Iris, I am very honored that you were willing to guest for the entire month. If I’m ever in a bind, maybe I could count on you for that in the future. I think you know already that I loved your story. I don’t visit your site(s) as often as I would like to but you know that your words leap from the computer and touch my soul whenever I do. I am sorry that your guest post fell on a holiday and perhaps the number of people who normally would visit, did not. Forgive me for that.
Thank you very much for guest blogging this month and for letting me feature one of your poems tomorrow in Poetic License. I hope you continue writing and being an inspiration to others. I know others enjoyed your post as much as I did. Thank you again.
My guest blogger in February is Lusy Sunsetgirl. She is a wonderful person and a great photographer. Come by again, first Saturday of February for her post.
Introducing Iris Orprecio a.k.a. Iris Orpi from Cognac For The Soul
Please welcome Iris Orpi, to Morning Erection. Iris Orpi is another one of my guest bloggers who also loves to write poetry. Iris also has a second love – math! One of her poems is included in January’s Poetic License but she also writes much more than just poetry. Iris is also a published author. When I first asked Iris to guest blog for me she thought I meant for the entire month of January but said yes anyway. Iris has had seven blogs and recently closed Nocturnal Wanderings to start Cognac For The Soul. As always, it is a great honor for me to be able to have a guest blogger. As a favor to me please show Iris the courtesy of leaving a comment and do your self a favor and visit her many sites. Thank you very much.
At age 13 I’d never had a boyfriend. Although I’d liked a few guys, I never knew how it felt to be committed to someone. But one night that year (1997) I had a dream. In that dream I had a boyfriend and we were happy and the whole school knew we were together. We would eat lunch together and ride our bikes to our houses after school (I don’t know how to ride a bike). I marveled at how nice it felt to know that I belonged to someone (I never knew who the guy was; I didn’t recognize his face), and that all the other girls were keeping their hands off him because they knew he had a girlfriend, and all the guys also respected what I had with him and didn’t ask me out. And whenever, say, we’d hold hands, or he would put an arm over my shoulder it didn’t feel like I was about to get in trouble for it. It just felt natural.
I woke up a changed girl, because that dream gave me all the feelings that I hadn’t known I was missing because I never had them. It was like being admitted into an exclusive club that had stringent joining requirements, but you didn’t have to go through the screening process because you knew a special password.
At age 17 I’d never been kissed. That year (2001), on a late-night homeward bus ride (I already forgot where I was coming from and what I did previously) I had another dream, just a very short dream. I was a wife and my husband and I were about to start our day; he was wearing a suit and was about to leave for work. He gave me a light kiss on the lips before walking out the door. It wasn’t any deep, long, mind-blowing anatomically complicated kiss. I just felt the little pressure when his lips touched mine. But it registered on my mind, this is what two people who love each other do. They touch lips. At that moment when my husband in my dream (I never knew who the man was; I didn’t recognize his face) was leaving for work so he wasn’t kissing me as prelude for sex or to make up for an argument or to try to talk me into doing him a favor. We touched lips because it was a simple yet profound gesture symbolizing something that’s also simple yet profound. It was a kiss that affirmed, everything is all right in this house. That sense of security you have because your spouse is there, loving you, and he’s not going anywhere, he’s just going to the office but you know he is coming back, that kind of thing. What that kiss represented was so solid you could hold it in your hands.
I woke up a changed woman, because that dream made me understand something I wasn’t even wondering about to begin with. It was like being entrusted with a secret, one that honored anyone who knew it just because they knew it, and you didn’t even know what you did to deserve that honor.
I recalled these things tonight because tonight, on my way to the Chinese restaurant to have dinner with my family, I realized that I was feeling the exact same feelings I felt during those two dreams. Amazing feeling! And that whole time I was thinking of you.
http://youngeririsorpi.multiply.com – 2000 to 2003
http://irisorpi.blog.friendster.com/ – 2003 to 2006
http://irisorpi.multiply.com – 2006 to 2008
http://irisoniris.wordpress.com – 2008 to 2010
http://irisisms.wordpress.com – 2010
http://sheisiris.wordpress.com – 2011 onwards