A Tender Dream

Here's a link to my you tube channel where I read my poetry from my recently published book, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems, available on Amazon.com.

Once there was this
woman that I could talk about
writing and
poetry with.
We talked about Emily and Bukowski,
and many others.
We were poets in our own right.
We shared tears and laughter,
like a joint among friends.
Once, we sang our daughter to sleep.
It was beautiful and sublime.
But, the brutal dawn destroyed that
glorious night.

She farted a lot, but I fell
in love with her anyway,
and her son too.
We even cooked together.
It was magnificent,
although she got a little bossy in
the kitchen.
I can still smell the coriander
and garlic and taste the salt on
the back of her neck.

I picked her wildflowers, and
ate well from her garden- all slippery and divine.
She had these pastel soft blue eyes,
like something out of a Degas painting.
She could be as mean as Humpty Dumpty,
all cracked and broken, yoke flowing everywhere.
And I couldn't fix her. And I certainly
couldn't put myself back together again.

And then one autumn, I turned around,
and she was gone. A wall went up.
Occasionally I could see her through the
holes in the bricks. But I knew that
I would never touch her again,
hold her, kiss her.
It made me feel sad and lonely.
But I keep her real close in my heart.
And some days that gets me by.
And other times, it's like she was
never there at all just a tender dream.

I want to escape the memory of her;
overdose on artichokes and avocados,
drowned in a sea of Bloody Mary's,
or run away to far-off lands,
like Montana or Idaho.
But I'm afraid I'd still see her there,
in the Snake River or the wide-open sky.

Author's Note

Here is a link to my you tube channel where I read my poetry from my recently published book, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems, available on Amazon.com.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cSAlwXq6VDA
This is a repost.
The short videos on my you tube channel are videos of my fishing trips.

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

Raw, honest, emotional. Your words are so powerful. I am afraid you WILL see her in the Snake River or the Wide-open sky......once you have loved as you have described, you still see that person everywhere. Lydi**

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you, Lydia. I appreciate that.

[Arundass TP]

It's very difficult to rub a person one loved. Because memories follows as ghosts from anywhere. Good poem

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you. Much appreciated.