Your Mystery
From the past
But a few photographs,
A couple of old streets
I revisit,
And some powdery ghosts
That arise
From books
I’ve discarded
Upon my shelves.
Occasionally
I pick up a tome
And peer within
At yellowed pages,
Notes from lectures
And scribbled
Phone numbers
And addresses...
Some not my own.
But yesterday
I found
A paperback
You owned
When we were
First married.
(I taught uptown
And you worked
Downtown)
and never thought
how my literary friends
might intimidate you
or how you felt…
I picked up
A cheap paperback—
30 Days to a Better Vocabulary,
and I remember
the shame I felt
that we made you insecure
and it still stung
when I opened the pages
now brittle with age.
But I couldn’t throw it out—
It was part of you and me
And a reminder
Of your mystery
And my despair
When folded among
The pages
I found a stray strand
Of your red hair.
Straight to the heart. This made me a bit sad, but to me it also spoke of growth and understanding. Beautiful.
thank you, Tina
Job well done. You drew me in and kept me to the end. I felt sadden for the wife who was misunderstood or underappreciated. Again, job well done John.
thank you, @sleakgeeamor
Nostalgic piece of romance and loss. Beautifully written John.
thanks, Ceci
The pages I found a stray strand Of your red hair.
Wow! The ending!! Loved it. That was a beautifully written poem, thanks for sharing. :)
thanks, @firepower
For a minute there I was sad and to think that the past actually really haunts especially when you find out what you did wrong. Good job @johnjgeddes.
thank you, @soorefunmi
Very romantic, poetry, let nostalgia about the past
thanks
John, you are a polymath of poetry.
You really got me with this one, not only with the content, but also its contrast with the radically different style of "From The Paint Box."
I enjoy your virtuosity.
😄😇😄
thanks, @creatr - I appreciate your feedback :)
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Great post
interesante post me encanta
gracias, @anel13