by Richard Vince
It is temptingly easy to be
Cynical, though I know there
Is no justification. She did not
Design her face; she did not plan
This gentle and occasional
Torture I suffer.
I miss being able to share in her
Esoteric yet simple joys and
Her abundant enthusiasm.
Those are qualities I seek in
Friends, but so are honesty
And tolerance. As it turns out,
There was no friend to lose.
Posted on 05/16/2010
Copyright © 2022 Richard Vince
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Alison McKenzie on 05/16/10 at 06:37 PM|
An ending with teeth! Just when I thought you'd made it past them. Yet, to acknowledge it in the moment is, I feel, perfect. Poetry sometimes produces the illusion that feelings are forever. I recognize that they aren't. Word economy is something you often have a good handle on, and I always appreciate it!
|Posted by George Hoerner on 05/16/10 at 06:46 PM|
An absolutely excellent write Richard! We all have our priorities and you have yours pretty straight I'd say.
|Posted by Joe Cramer on 05/16/10 at 09:09 PM|
... such an excellent write!!!
|Posted by Julie Adams on 05/18/10 at 09:31 PM|
WOW Richard, kudos, truly...what a piece, how it delves right in and gnaws at the marrow...such a mature approach to a bravely introspective piece...how it arcs in the mind! Peace n poems to u, jewels xoxox