by Richard Vince
Somehow, my guilty pleasures seem
Acceptable when I share them
With you. Somehow, nostalgia for
Our separate lives unites us.
Even though our eyes survey
Different landscapes, we seem to
See the same world and
The same people in it:
Sources of joy and of frustration.
We are fruits of the same tree:
Fruits of the labours of our
Respective parents as they
Did their jobs the only way they knew,
Rooting us in love.
We sing in sympathy.
I wish I could write all of this
To you, but I fear what would
Be written, and what would be read,
And I fear that you do not
Feel this connection as I do.
So I am left to do as
I always do: I disguise my
True feelings in broken lines of
Cryptic words, and call them poetry.
Posted on 02/04/2008
Copyright © 2022 Richard Vince
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Joe Cramer on 02/04/08 at 09:08 PM|
... well done!
|Posted by George Hoerner on 02/05/08 at 02:18 AM|
I love this as I love someone who probably doesn't know it. We were good friends in high school and dated our last summer in school. She married and ended up in California. Only in the past couple of years have we "reunited" via the inet. Nice write.
|Posted by Coleman Demiurge on 02/05/08 at 07:13 AM|
"Speaking in recondite words, to mask the meaning never heard" - I read that somewhere once a while back, or maybe even wrote it myself, I don't remember exactly, but anyway, this sort of reminded me of that. It's all very true as well, particularly stanza 2 (my favorite); I guess we never really know unless we try, but that is much easier said than done. Anyway, excellent poem. I like that title as well - very fitting.
|Posted by Maria Francesca on 02/08/08 at 06:43 AM|
This is so vivid and relatable...and beautiful.
|Posted by Alison McKenzie on 04/18/08 at 07:22 PM|
I hear you telling of the strange, mutual acceptance that comes from the safety of finding a resting place on this churning ocean of life we all find ourselves in. But could you make a life on that island? It's always tempting when kindred souls touch. I like this, Vince!