Last Call For William

Last Call For William

A Poem by William S
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A feeble attempt at goodbye

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Last Call for William
 

 





He use to assault the streets like
a broken field runner
Jumping parking meters and
wide hedges
Breaking the sound barrier...
trying to find another dimension

Someplace where quantum physics
knew his name,
and electric Quarks were flying in a musical meadow

Surely the minutes will remember
my words and complaints
Perhaps the unknown factor
will factor in
especially when infinity explains itself

At the happiest time when I found
love, it disappeared in years of pain and agony
It was absorbed and cherished like a diamond mine
It created sonnets for each memory and disclaimers
for familiar phrases

We feed upon this life as purveyors of love,
proclaiming each moment as personal and definitive
Yet when halfway between here and now
we discover the spur of the moment is upon us

That's when Shakespeare rolls over and sighs...
for the sleep of the dreamer,
and I whisper goodbye
as I hang up my spurs




© 2015 William S


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Say it isn't so....you hanging up your spurs? C'est impossible! Love...now you see it, now you don't. It is the wise man...or woman...who recognizes it in the little things and never allows it to vanish. Familiar phrases sprout adverbs and adjectives when love is in the air. There is a feeling of desperation in this one....but I believe you are still a romantic deep down, my friend. Great stuff. Lydi**

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Thank you Ms Jewel,I have often envisioned myself as a cowboy...(wearing a white hat)lol.
Shakespeare and I have the same initials and we often dine together...:)Shine on my friend,William

Posted 9 Years Ago


Words I can relate to ...
we think we have found the perfect love and think we will never find it again.. but...I don't wear spurs... and I hope you don't hang yours up. Love the line Shakespeare rolls over and sighs...
:) Julie

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The spurs are still polished and ready.This was written in a sentimental moment filled with resignation.Alas,my muse refused to be contained or tethered.Hence,my return to the pen...:)
Thank you dear Lydia for your wonderful comments...shine on my friend,William

Posted 9 Years Ago


Say it isn't so....you hanging up your spurs? C'est impossible! Love...now you see it, now you don't. It is the wise man...or woman...who recognizes it in the little things and never allows it to vanish. Familiar phrases sprout adverbs and adjectives when love is in the air. There is a feeling of desperation in this one....but I believe you are still a romantic deep down, my friend. Great stuff. Lydi**

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Beautifully written Sir Bubby! So THIS is where you've been! I still post at Starlite but find this site to be more engaging and with a few more writers who actually know how to write. I'll be seeing "reading" you! ~Sharon

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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