Friday Poem -- Goodbye
Goodbye my friend
Goodbye my friend, might we visit in the Spring
The violets will be flowering but I won't
Won't be loving you. Just renew our acquaintance
and catch up a bit if that's okay, we will see
Goodbye my friend, it has been nice your loving me
but only at the start. Bitching I can't and won't
take so very long, I must leave yours far behind
If you'll stop and promise to be nice I may come
Goodbye my friend, aren't you glad we didn't make this
a done deal. From the start the terms were bad for both
I think you had the better. Quibble let us not
It's over now so that doesn't mater to me
Goodbye my friend, I hope it is easy for you
to say that to yourself. It's over, often say
I tried to make it that way when I saw our thing
wouldn't work. Didn't want tears from you, nor from me
Goodbye my friend, a grown man now, I still can cry
Just as I did when we were younger. Reason tells
crying in the heart is not for you, I will try
Been a long time, seems years and years, but no longer
Goodbye my friend, take good care of my dog, will you
I will send for her, I hope I'm where she can come
Don't give her away, please. You're very dear to her
I love her so very much, will miss her always
Goodbye, my ship is leaving now. People are here
to see us off, I didn't expect you to come
Spring will come, I'll be here. Now you find someone new
He has to be good to you, my word. And my dog
Saying "Goodbye",
some of our new Russian friends to us on ship, and
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I'm linked with Kerry O'Connor at The Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, A Skyflower Friday: Goodbye, http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/11/a-skyflower-friday-goodbye.html . Kerry would like for us to use some of the ideas she posted there. Some goodbyes are sad, some are happy, some are long, some are short. And so on and on.
The pictures are of people who came out to wave goodby when we left Moscow. My favorite River Voyage was our Fall 2006 river passage from Moscow to St. Petersburg. That all took 12 lovely days, we were the last Viking Line boat to make the trip before Spring. Our ship would soon be frozen in the water at the riverside docks in St. Petersburg. For more of that Russian holiday, Click here.
Labels: Poem, prose poem, Real Toads, Russia, Story, Syllabic Form, Travel
4 Comments:
I think many people have experienced such a parting, with similar thoughts in mind. You put it all together very well, the voice is very authentic.
Saying goodbye to both 'friends' can be most devastating. But there is still a hope extended for the return of the dog, which is brilliant!
Hank
I think you have expressed that thought of some partings that are for the best... and just maybe there might be occasions for paths that cross once again.
Yes, there are partings that need, but I think at times there is a hope we will cross paths again, only if it is to show how well we've moved on.
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