Three Poems

Here are three late poems. I'm hoping to use this blog more, sometime soon--so much going on in life, so much changing. Anyway, these poems are recent, so I'm not sure if they're set. I'm pretty sure the last one should be expanded to include more verses. We'll see. Wishing you peace and joy.


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There is bravery in the world, and hope
is its bed. You are gone, while we
now live on with choices made.
I wanted you for us, if only we could
escape who we’ve been for so long.
But truth has shown its face, so it seems
we’ll never again pick the fruit
which used to lie so low.

I wouldn’t have had you laboring with our past,
but out with others whose labors are done.
If there is such thing as mates whose souls were
two halves of one, I suspect we would have
come through this folly
to comfort the will,
which perhaps now
will never be known.
There is bravery in the world,
and hope is its bed.

(untitled)

I suppose I will always love you
though just not in the way I wanted to.
So I’ve lost that hope I so
heartily believed,
where now,
day by day,
that song
becomes a
faded
memory.

Oh that I would have waited until
I was ready--oh that I would have
known much less; but perhaps
we shall meet again one day--perhaps
when we’re older and gray;
where you will understand all I meant,
and what that means then and there,
for you and those you love.
Whereupon we could laugh and carry on,
thanking the stars for that happiness
hidden in their dim and bright mysteries.

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Oh that I would see the world,
that in seeing it so,
saves it from what it should not be.
For a rose, it’s form and fragrance,
does not exist to be damned,
its petals ripped
and dispersed to space.
So the earth should
turn in grace,
and the scent it holds
remain in place.
Oh that I would see the world,
that in seeing it so,
saves it from what it should not be.