Each Friday I post one of my poems.
Oh, to live again that endless moment,
To sit in silence beside you once more.
Too short that quiet span of time each day:
My work was done in joy—I knew not why;
Now that I know, that fount of light has gone.
My high delight was fleeting even then,
As you after each meeting took your leave,
And later, one dismissal, firm and just,
Once drove my spirit far too near despair,
But now I have not seen so fair a face
Or heard a voice so pleasant, sweet, and clear
Since that last morning of a warm spring day—
Too many days and months and years ago—
We bade each other fond farewell as friends
And I, in contemplative sadness, went my way.
Since then, even in absence you have brought
Such happiness to me from far away.
But, though my lonely, melancholy days
Have been made brighter through such news of you—
Though photographs have happily held back
The fading of your visage in my thoughts,
Since faces always are my memory’s bane—
How can mere words and images suffice
To quell the yearning of a lonely heart,
Its fond desire to see an absent friend?
I wrote much of this poem last fall; I think it was prompted by a dream, though I’m not sure on that point. But when I got to what I then thought was the last few lines—actually about half-way through, given how many those “few” lines turned out to be—I ran aground, and couldn’t think of how to continue, so I shelved this as an unfinished poem, not yet presentable because it lacked an ending. I found it, thought of how to begin that ending, and completed it while preparing for today’s post.
As always, I earnestly welcome your comments, suggestions, questions, critique, or other feedback about this or any other part of my work. You can also read other poems I’ve written here on my blog; in particular, I’d like to know which poems you think are my best.
This poem is also posted on my wiki.