Rumors

 Yesterday Juan Carlos Rivera died

He was the gardener

You know, “that one” who tended

The patios of Doña Margarita

And when tongues wagged they whispered

That Juan Carlos was her lover

If it was true, I cannot say

But rumors erode to gossip in villages like this

 

Gossip meant little to Doña Margarita

Because she is rich and sometimes generous

So everything is said in whispers

And each hushed word becomes deniable

But yesterday Juan Carlos died

And today he was taken to San Antonio

In the horse-drawn hearse with velvet curtains

To the cemetery guarding souls since 1596

 

It is the custom that mourners walk behind

To the distant place of burials

But today a solitary figure followed

The wagon with complaining wheels

And she walked proudly, chin high

Glaring at those who peeked from windows

That their words gave false meanings

To a time she she will always hold as precious

Reviews

[LA Lorena]

I loved this poem! The ironic thing about tongue waggers is that they are usually very pious and self-righteous when in a group, but are generally the biggest culprits of engaging in the very behaviours that they accuse others of engaging in. Perhaps it is their own way of making themselves feel less guilty and culpable, to feel morally superior to others.

Not only am I glad she held her chin high and walked proudly, but I damn well envision her being bold enough to wear red shoes for the walk!

[DrD]

Funny . . . . I thought this writing had died and now you resurrect it . . . . I saw Margarita today and we talked for a moment. She asked me, "What are they saying?" and I answered, "I don't know, I'm not listening."

[AYVID N]

If I cared for someone I would not care for the world and what it had to say. I would be true to myself. A brilliant piece of writing! And so interesting too.

[DrD]

Thank you, Thinking DN, I haven't seen you here before but I hope you will return soon and often. Thanks again.

[AYVID N]

I'll try to stay... :) Please be in touch! ...DN

[David Scott]

Why do we care what pleasure people share. We place our values on others and then assume that they are doing all the "dirty" things we wish we were doing... Well, you have given us something to talk about now.
Insightful poetry.

[DrD]

You're always so kind, David. Thank you for your visit.

[DrD]

Oh you have such a wise and brilliant point of view, rarely and beautiful transformed into your words of wisdom.... I do love the honesty and facts of rumors, never entering my soul, as they pass me by like death butterflies, all over the world, One ear in, the other ear out, simply..... What we need is a honest person, who dares to speak as you under his true name, with his true picture, with his true dignety, face, and morals... loved it.,,, sure you're no Dutch man????

Amazing write, into my library my friend. 100~
E.L.

[DrD]

If I were Dutch, I'd be knocking at your door. As it is, I can only send you words and be thankful that you read them with such generosity.

Always a pleasure dear friend, I will save some good cheese, coffee, and Fresh new dutch * the most brilliant fresh tastiest herring *

[DrD]

Zoute Haring, of course

[Southern Cross]

I loved the beauty and pride in this piece. The courage to still wagging tongues and the admiration of two very different souls. This read like a beautiful short story with a moral to be told. Exquisite in every way

[DrD]

Thank you, S.C., this is a true story that needed to be told to someone.

[J. J. Nightingale]

In my mind as I read, I see everything
You tell
Hear everything
And I want to get up
And walk beside
Dona Margarita

No one can truly know what two people shared ...
I like this story very much David
I think mostly because, I can relate

Jazz xxx

[DrD]

Thanks, J. Missed you today

[J. J. Nightingale]

Thank you .. I missed you too .. and You r welcome .. J. :)

[Marie]

THis as entire story isn't it?

[DrD]

Yes, why?

[Marie]

I was just making a comment. It's a beautiful story.

[DrD]

Thank you, Marie. It is a true story. Happened yesterday.

[Tarry Franck]

Really enjoyed this one. Loved the last stanza.

[DrD]

Thanks for coming here, Tarry and for your kind words

[Tarry Franck]

You're quite welcomed.