CALENDAR THOUGHTS

When leaves wear the gaudy dress of fall

I will be forgetting you.

I will forget how we met

And the first long kiss

You swimming naked in the quarry lake

Or in that yellow cotton dress

That pressed against thighs

And where n*****s boasted.

 

When buds and baby birds come forth

I will be forgetting you.

I will forget flying kites

And making love on a tenement roof.

Your laughter coming in bright ribbons

And your head on my shoulder

While many a dream searched

For someone like you to happen in.

 

When heat waves dance on country roads

I will be forgetting you.

I will forget picking straw from your hair

After making love beneath a witness sun.

I will forget your funny accent

And silly questions about loving you.

Summer will be a season of forgetting

Just as will be every summer.

 

When ice daggers decorate my window

And my candida world holds me captive

I will be forgetting you.

You at the slopes of Livigno 

And fired brandies before the hearth

I will forget you warming your feet against mine

Pulling my arm around you

And asking if I will always remember.

 

Reviews

[Kelly Scheppers]

...the emotion here is so palpable, and is captured so beautifully! It is so moving to read something so profound, so deep, as this. Did you write poetry for your wife before her death? This is amazing work, Dave!

Kelly

[DrD]

I wrote notes to leave on the pillow when I left early in the morning. I wrote poems and love letters and messages to be delivered with flowers for no reason except I was thinking of her. I believed in that. I believed a woman can so easily fall into a daily routine that a man should do the countless little things to break the doldrum and let her know she's forever loved.

[J. J. Nightingale]

Some times never leave..until we do....

Soft and Love-ly .....

Jazz xoxo