Feeling once again
like the unsure boy of his youth
he knew so well
he struggles to be
the suave, sophisticated
man for the ages
others tell him he is
as he wanders about
in a world he left
long ago, never thinking
he would return to that place
of fierce, sudden passion
unexpected, unrelenting heartache.
The love of his life
the one he misses always
said the words
that took him from all that
it mattered not
in her way of being
that she couldn’t explain what she felt
only knew it was real and lasting
and they rode off together—
why didn’t he ever buy her that horse?—
into the sunsets of endless days.
As she hoped it might be.
The sun has set
a new day arises
he once again fumbles for words
is intrigued by the smell of perfume
strains to hear a voice
that makes his heart sing
longs to touch and be touched
feels stirrings anew in his heart
sees new possibilities.
Now the beginning.
The ending
the past
is still present
will always be
the present stays
shrouded in mystery
the future pulls at him
inviting him onward
he knows she is there
arms open wide
cheering him on.
John A. Bayerl, June 3, 2012
To tell the truth, I have no idea whether this poem is ready to be released...it just felt like the right thing to do. Friday is Gwen's and my 49th wedding anniversary, I'm sure that has a lot to do with the more than normal reflective mood I've been in lately.
This may be my last posting for a few days. Today I received news that my best buddy in high school--in today's parlance we would have been my BFF--died of cancer. When I was in Menominee in January for my cousin Ray's funeral, the priest who married Gwen and me, I had the chance visit with Rick and his wife at their home. Also, about six weeks ago, when he was first diagnosed, I was able to have a long phone conversation with him.
Dear, we always enjoyed our visits with Rick and Carol when we were in Menominee. Wonder what you and he are saying about me? 's all good.
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Please don't let me read too much into your wonderful poem, but it's sort of like Gwen and your great friend are just at your side, so pleased to see you moon-eyed with butterflies, putting in good words on your behalf in the hearts of those who will next have the good fortune to meet up with you along the way...I wish you extra strength for the coming days ~ my condolences for your friend.
I hope Friday isn't too awful for you. Please post about it if it'll help -- we'll be here to read it.
A beautiful poem that was indeed ready to be released. A kind of letting go in a way, I think. Allowing yourself to take that next small step. Beautiful, John. In many ways.
I am so sorry for the news of your friend. Take care.
So sorry to hear about your friend, I am sure you will be filled with
memories over the next few days. Keep sniffing that perfume.
rated with love
;-)
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Rated for the shiny luster of prospective new beginnings of all kinds.
Be well.