Spared


 
Spared

~

how I do desire
the damp dreary days
of february

when my forlorned
fallen face
is commonplace

when no one intrudes
to question
what’s the matter

because all around
are caught up in the blues

oh if only
you could find it
in your heart

to forgive
this sadly lost
and broken man

who much too late
understands
he was a fool

and in his sorrow
understands
why you refuse

but how I wish
ill-tempered weather
would ensue

to drive the joyful
all around me
to indoor spaces

so I’d be spared
the pain
of smiling faces

and the bitter
bitter memory
of losing you

~ ~ ~

rob kistner © 2011

  • Image above entitled “Red Umbrella” by: Christopher Shay
  • This was originally linked to Tess Kincaid’s “Magpie Tales”

    ______________________

    How Poetry Comes to Me

    by: Gary Snyder

    It comes blundering over the
    Boulders at night, it stays
    Frightened outside the
    Range of my campfire
    I go to meet it at the
    Edge of the light

  • 23 thoughts on “Spared”

    1. Winter weather as an excuse, rather than a reason, for melancholy. Wonderfully done, I could feel it down to the bone.
      — K

      Kay, Alberta, Canada
      An Unfittie’s Guide to Adventurous Travel

      1. Hi Theresa – it is not so much I literally envisioned the man on the image seeking forgiveness, as the image overall inspired in me a feeling of loss and regret… my muse is very dark at times…

    2. Oh, I know that pain of seeing those smiling faces — the gloom, the despair, the melancholy make it such an evocative verse.

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