Poem -
The Hard Road
When I was haunted by your memory long ago
I walked
a road that was hardened by autumn
And tramped down by my walking
Closed in mind and opened by
a softened heart
Breached, engaged
A war was waged
Like Vanguards we raged
Until we stilled and I fell asleep walking
into my barracks/bedroom
Energy drink cans on theΒ table
Night-time cough syrup on the night stand
Herbal teas,
Tylenol, my quicksandΒ
lies in the bathroom where there's an 80-proof
on standby
Hours in the glassΒ
How misspent as memories pass
Always reaching critical mass
I can't love you any more
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Hey MICHAEL!!...... this such a vividly painted picture...... the 80 'proof on standby...... speaks volumes brother poet....... well delivered poetic prose ....conveying the sad loneliness so often created by war...... and the difficulties that one struggles with after having been through the trenches (so to speak)....... succinctly powerful!!!!......ALL STARS .......well done........LOVE and ROCKETS!!.......T xo
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Tons of thanks Tony! Your feedback is invaluable and you know just what I'm getting at. Yes, loneliness and sad memories can really do a number on the mind, heart and spirit. But, there is always hope. Always a chance to turn things around and walk on without tramping or stomping. High five, brother poet!
awesome imagery and almost a nostalgia about the piece. I love the last paragraph it made me very sad.
Thank you so much Lisa! Yes there was some inspiration from the Second World War, as I mentioned the Vanguard fighter planes. Because of my deep, deep feelings for her at the time, it felt like a real battle when I thought of her after she was gone. It is sad, but like I said to Tony, there is always that hope and that chance. Thanks again for your feedback!