Forgive Me

A Poem by redzone

sometimes reality shakes you awake...

FORGIVE ME

　

Today I wore green.

Grass green cargo pants

and a T the color of Oak leaves

after an early Spring rain.

Some how it made me think of you.

It made me think

of the time we climbed

the hill in the back of your father’s farm

and allowed the many colored trees

capture us in their breeze.

We laughed and played

the way young lovers do,

full of life and expectations.

We found the strawberry patch

behind some tall pines,

and ate so many,

our lips turned red,

kissable.

I think we heard it before

we saw the small rill and its

waterfall pool

just big enough for two.

Next thing I knew,

our clothes hung from a tree

and like innocents,

we jumped into those clear icy waters.

We held each other til all our warmth

was captured and our lips were blue.

Curled together under the afternoon sun

we dreamed of how we would

help change the world as we

tickled our goose bumps dry.

It was one of those days that I remember,

even 45 years later

and the hole in my heart still remains.

One of those days that peaks its head

when you least expect it

and makes you sit down,

stare,

and smile;

even if only for a little while.

But today I wear green

and other thoughts intrude my mind.

Like how continuing to write you poetry,

a promise I made a long time ago,

is also a way to keep you close

when I have no right to.

And you have no say.

Another style of male domination,

still ugly

while hiding in poetic form.

You were right all those years ago.

Not only to be free to live,

but we had grown apart;

no longer sharing the ideal

of changing the world, of living

to emancipate humanity.

You wanted, needed a different path.

Today I wore green,

thought of a remembered blush

and you, your red hair tickling my face,

curled in my arms

as we enjoyed the sun’s touch,

our innocent love.

And,

I realized this would be my last poem to you.

Today, I wore green.

~~redzone 9.13.13

　

　

© 2013 redzone

Author's Note

hope you enjoy, crits are welcomed...

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Lydia Shutter

Curt, I am so moved by your words in this poem, I almost feel it is ugly to review it, but I must. From red strawberry lips to blue icy skinny dipping lips, the images were of innocence and romance...of love that shares dreams and hopes for a shared future and a better world. You will always write poetry for her....although you say you won't. She is still a large part of who you are. I have always known that. I think she is the desire that still propels you. Such a bittersweet ending to your words....but one I will not soon forget, my friend. Very "nice". Lydi**

Posted 11 Years Ago

Sami Khalil

Reality can be a prison or a palace. A lot of bittersweet sentiments in this lovely poem.
There is an Arab saying : Not all that a man wishes for will he achieve, winds blow against the ships desires too...