December 2009

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Speaking as a matter of fact
He presses hard against his chest
Feeling the heart that beats within
Slowing to a pace more normal for him
“This change has come about,” he states,
“and I realize it combines our fates.
But less we hasten to a conclusion,
For together we can find a solution.”

He could do nothing as she parted
The unwinding of his threads had started
Without his knowing, just a hint
Although he knew it was merely a stint
Not life renown to be his own
Only a step for her as he were a stone
A support; a crutch to a future more great
And deep in his heart he knew this was fate

With fond memories of what never would be
And a thought of what she couldn’t see
He stood with a tear rolling down his cheek
And wondering how he could be so meek
To let all of this slip away

But then he remembered…

The memory returned…

And he recalled that fateful day
Many years before they had met
A day no others would remember, I bet
The day he learned of this awful fact
Given in a lesson lacking of tact:

Unlovable,
Unwanted,
And easily forgotten

“Oh yeah,” he thought, “I guess I should let you go.
There is no way I could keep a girl like you
Such beauty; an angel on Earth you see
And me, just a dog groveling to be
Something more special to someone, a dream
But this, us, this thing was never meant to be.
I wonder what you ever did see in me.
Something more than a forgettable wretch,
Forgettable and meaningless wouldn't be a stretch.
A provider perhaps, someone to care
When you were in a worse place than here
But now you’re on your way to better things
And I would only dampen your wings
So we will move on and you’ll be on your way
But, honestly, if I have to see you every day
I’ll probably go crazy, too crazy to discuss
Because my heart will never give up on us.”

So soon the June has faded away
To a winter with skies of icy cold gray
Summer gives way to the cold with haste
After days were whiled away to waste
In the long grasses of fields so warm
Too calm to imagine the coming storm
And while there we dreamt of better days
Our best days past along the way
Spent fruitlessly dreaming instead of becoming
Content to listen to the low, distant humming
Of promises made by lips so sweet
Only to see those promise retreat
Leaving hearts bleeding in love’s distress
But… then again, I digress…

For this is not about love or hearts
But life itself and the sum of its parts
And how we spend our time in this life
Loving and laughing, or disaster and strife
To appreciate that which blesses our days
To embrace those who help along our way…

…and I’ve tried to rhyme days with way twice, now
Which is strange if you consider how
They don’t really rhyme when one is singular
The plural is misplaced and, what rhymes with singular?
I can sigh over the trouble I have when
I’m deep in thought and the words don’t come, then
I lose my place, so distracted by
Everything swirling around inside
My mind feeling tormented by thoughts so heavy
What rhymes with heavy? Bevy? Levee? Chevy?

This is becoming more pointless as I write
Rather typical for most poems I keep out of sight
And don’t care to share, not even once
With anyone, for they’d think I was dunce
To write something so shoddy, a horrible prose
So keeping them to myself is what I have chose

Now, where was I? Oh yes! How we spend our days
And spend them so carelessly in such wasteful ways
Considering not that which improves our world
But looking forward toward a halo curled
And worrying over this and that
Or if Jennifer and Brad had another spat
And so many things that don’t at all affect us
Or things simply not worthy of any fuss
Meanwhile, hearts that can give so much
Nary considered for their loving touch
Here and now there is so much to treasure
Yet, we miss so much, and not even for pleasure
Or enjoyment of the people and for the passion
That can fill our lives without any ration
If we can only open our hearts, eyes and minds
And give our love willingly to all that we find
No judgment based only on what we see…

…yet another wasteful dream, toward a world that will never be…