"A Secret to Tell"

"A Secret to Tell"

A Poem by James
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My take on an old story

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Oh the secrets we dare not tell

Dreams tossed down the wishing well

Of forbidden love and secret ties,

Pain inflicted and long lost lies.

 

Mine is a story sad to remember

About a boy and a girl sound familiar?

Our love was forbidden, we couldn’t tell

A single soul, less we tempt Hell.

 

But my loved for her burned too deep,

She was the secret I could not keep.

So I set out to find someone to share

My secret life that wasn’t fair.

 

I walked for miles and miles until I came

To a place so far no man knew my name.

I searched the town and all its parts,

I walked the streets and slept in its parks.

 

Until I found a man with a friendly face,

A trustworthy old soul, nearing his grace.

He sat on the bench that had served as my bed

And stared at the trees, singing a song in his head.

 

In silence, I heard his mournful hymn.

As I sat I couldn’t help but listen to him.

He sang of love, lost forever,

Miracles seen, but regrets, never.

 

I sat in amazement at the quiet words of my new friend

The adventures he’s had and the places he’d been.

The stranger spun his tale with rhythm and grace,

I nearly forgot what had brought me to this strange distant place.

 

He said that he had loved the most fairest of maids

But, their love was impossible, her father forbade.

Because he was poor and didn’t have a spot…

And she’d been born from wealthier stock.

 

He ran away as right he should,

With his mind on her, he worked hard as he could;

To build a fortune of the right size

And return home to claim his prize.

 

When he came home to resume his life

His love had been given to another, as wife.

Lost to him for evermore,

All his work, he thought, what for?

 

Again he left to mourn his loss.

Her image he carried like a heavy wooden cross.

He said he’d been a soldier, a teacher, a poet and a preacher

But couldn’t rid his mind of his sweet, delicate creature.

 

Again he returned home with hopes and he found

That his love was still there and yes, still bound.

But, she was not happy with her chosen partner,

Because he was a cruel man and a lady charmer.

 

But a chance meeting on the street one day

Changed his life and put events into play.

On the evening before he had prayed with all his might

And the two devised to meet in secret that night.

 

She came to him in the moonlight, wearing a gown the color of a dove.

And for the first time they embraced and shared their sweet love.

They continued to meet and undying love he swore

For months and months until she came no more.

 

He didn’t see her again until the cold winds began to blow

But, her face shown bright, she was all in a glow.

Her abdomen swollen, but still she gave him a smile

And he understood at once the reason for her exile.

 

I told him that was sadder than the most tragic of plays,

And he said “no, no my boy I still see her every day.

Do you see that grove of trees across the way?

You see she died in childbirth and there is where she lay.”

 

“I come here to sing to her while she rests

And wait until I can join her in death.

I hope every day that my time is near.

I miss my love and of death, I have no fear.”

 

“Now tell me again why you have come to this faraway place

To share a secret with a strange old face?

Your story is not new this you know.

So go back home.  Off you go".

 

When he had finished I turned to see

A sight not so common for you, or for me.

There sitting high in a tree was a lone white dove

Anxiously waiting for the return of her love.

 

As I sat another dove came into view.

I watched as they spread their wings a flew from my view.

A smile gently spread across my face,

Because I knew that my friend had finally found his grace.

© 2016 James


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James
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"A Secret To Tell"
James,
I appreciated your author's note. It gives this tale context and familiarity.
This love tale is probably more common among humanity then we would like to admit. How many have met someone and not revealed themselves, been undercut by another in their aspirations for attracting the wanted person or whatever?
It was interesting to see your spin on this experience. Funny how people will have expectations for another but not focus on the one that may be right at their elbow and be perfect for them.
The brightest, fanciest,fairest, shiniest jewell we find may not be the truest or strongest and simply be a fading cry we were never meant to hear.
This old-new story made me think.
Kathy

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

James

7 Years Ago

Wow, you dug up an oldie, thanks. This was one of the first things I ever wrote. I hope I've gotte.. read more
Kathy Van Kurin

7 Years Ago

James,
I appreciated the message, (as I saw it) and hope that it did justice to your efforts .. read more


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No suggestions. You are a amazing storyteller. You made the reader feel the journey and the lesson. Thank you James for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

Posted 7 Years Ago


"A Secret To Tell"
James,
I appreciated your author's note. It gives this tale context and familiarity.
This love tale is probably more common among humanity then we would like to admit. How many have met someone and not revealed themselves, been undercut by another in their aspirations for attracting the wanted person or whatever?
It was interesting to see your spin on this experience. Funny how people will have expectations for another but not focus on the one that may be right at their elbow and be perfect for them.
The brightest, fanciest,fairest, shiniest jewell we find may not be the truest or strongest and simply be a fading cry we were never meant to hear.
This old-new story made me think.
Kathy

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

James

7 Years Ago

Wow, you dug up an oldie, thanks. This was one of the first things I ever wrote. I hope I've gotte.. read more
Kathy Van Kurin

7 Years Ago

James,
I appreciated the message, (as I saw it) and hope that it did justice to your efforts .. read more
I would've sworn I'd left a review here?
second time this happens to me!
in any case, beautiful story.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

James

8 Years Ago

Thanks, Woody, If I ever get the bumps cleaned up, it might be pretty good.
yes, doves/peace----and a great story spun here, like barleygirl expressed...such rhythm and grace in the wording...

wonderful poem...and i usually don't like long...and stop reading halfway through...didn't this time...

and loved the ending.

Posted 8 Years Ago


The story you've told here is very beautiful & gracefully expressed thru-out. The rhyme & rhythm are a little bumpy, but it's hard to maintain perfect construction thru a long poem such as this. The important part is that there are no bumps in the storytelling. This is very clear & thought-provoking & uplifting. I am very into doves & the peacefulness they symbolize. Thanks for sharing.

Posted 8 Years Ago


James

8 Years Ago

Thanks for reading. I'm still till working on the bumpy rhythm, that's the hardest part. Glad oy.. read more
“I come here to sing to her while she rests
And wait until I can join her in death.
I hope every day that my time is near.
I miss my love and of death, I have no fear.”


Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A good story type poem with gracious romance and lovely lines...Bravo.......................

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

James

8 Years Ago

Thanks for stopping by. I'm glad you liked it.
Sami Khalil

8 Years Ago

You are welcome. ......

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Added on March 17, 2016
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