Mila
By Ed Crane
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I opened your poems today
on a search for beautiful words.
I only have a few of them.
One of my deepest regrets.
Falling in love with yours.
Never sure if you fell in love with mine.
You were so polite.
A dozen years since our never-affair.
I found your obituary today.
You were so graceful.
Hiding your terror with wonder.
. . . . It didn’t say that.
Those last months must have been hell
when the poems no longer came.
You talked of angels and opera
I spoke of volcanos and aeroplanes.
You had a little god in your bedroom.
He must miss you still – as do the paintings
that whispered in your ear
I had only dolphins.
They never said a word.
I read your words and a tear dares to rise.
Words not intended for me.
. . . beautiful . . . Spreading them around,
but you shared secrets behind them with me.
Confusing me with your loves.
(While mine were more straightforward)
I -- like some Father O’Malley, behind a Gothic grill --
swallowed them.
Washing them down with unholy blood.
Easing your conscience.
Swapping secrets across an ocean
knowing we would never meet.
That wasn’t important.
We were closer than lovers could ever be.
Some might hope they would unite in death.
But that is not for us . . .
we both know we have more pressing liaisons.
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Moving
heartfelt poetry.
You have a typo in the last line. 'Liaison' looks funny, but is the correct spelling.
I enjoyed this.
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Really moving
The imagery is really moving portrait of love and regret. A big well done,
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achingly sad
achingly sad
"I found your obituary today"
"He must miss you still"
"Words not intended for me... beautiful"
and then huge hearted, about the deepest friendship, a union of souls
"We were closer than lovers could ever be.
Some might hope they would unite in death.
But that is not for us . . .
we both know we have more pressing liaisons"
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Agree too. Very moving.
Agree too. Very moving.
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I love the personal elements
I love the personal elements of this that emphasise its sadness somehow. Very moving indeed and beautifully written.
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Gosh, all kinds of sadnesses
Gosh, all kinds of sadnesses here too in not being able to write anymore and dying not long after. I think you have captured that as well as the sense of fun and joy of sharing poetry, that's all definitely in your poem too.
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A very poignant piece, Ed.
A very poignant piece, Ed. Had me trying to guess, of course. Sadly, there are a few who come to mind, but almost certainly not the person you write of here. We get to know people quite well in a tightly defined way on the Web. But there's a genuine intimacy in that spectrum band of our lives. I find that addressing words to someone helps to get them out and onto the page. You've done that in a lovely way here, and shared an intimacy with your readers as if in that confessional.
Parson Thru
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Hi Ed. It's very sad to find
Hi Ed. It's very sad to find people we were close to in some way, at some point, gone. I had a similar experience with someone who turned out to have quite an influence on me in York, first as a college lecturer, then as a drinking partner and cyclist. He'd been a very fit and competitive cyclist. A few years ago, I thought I'd look him up and renew the acquaintance and found his obituary. Sure enough, he'd been well liked.
I tried a couple of US sites before discovering this and another UK one. Allpoetry was one, I think. I found them a bit too gimicky. I'm glad I found this one.
Parson Thru
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