for Cindy but not for Bob
I wrote a poem once. and it was a good poem
as I recall
but I don’t know where it went at all
I mean – not where the paper I wrote it on went
(Hell, I’m sure it went the way of my baseball cards – unmercifully bent)
I mean
where did that passion go?
Is it gone forever?
For. Ever.
One summer
Between schooling
A promise made
A promise kept: a poem each day
Hand-delivered first day back
must have been 90 or so:June-July-August
My pay a thank you
and seeing her walk down the hall holding hands with my mortal enemy
poetless soul-less blond hunk of fiery loin-grinding nemesis
didn’t keep a copy (pre-Xerox)
never saw them again
Her?
Once – lame class reunion
didn’t have the balls to ask
I rather think that good poem was in that batch
and now it’s in her
but tomorrow it will be in me again
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man...nice story telling...i was not writing poetry back then but songs and i am sure a few found their way to the trash soon enough...smiles...but maybe one day one of them will hum a bar or two and smile...
ReplyDeleteha..i bet tomorrow it's in you again... these poems have a wander soul...smiles...very fine write rick...enjoyed it a lot ..
ReplyDeleteHigh School is a place of angst and torment for most of us. Good write.
ReplyDeleteWhat a great tale disguised as a poem. I, also, believe our poems wander and take root somewhere, though we never know it. I love this, "Once – lame class reunion
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Tomorrow it will no doubt be in you.
Namaste........cj
I like how cj put it ... a story disguised as a poem :) Lovely!
ReplyDeleteI like how you think - and word it out - the phrasing - the story in a poem wrapped around an idea - another great write here! enjoying the musings!
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