Red and Green

I married I married an Irish girl
With red red hair and a Celtic name
I traveled I traveled from sea to sea
By bold love to proclaim

I hallowed I hallowed recalescence
The iron the iron it cooled so fast
And left my old heart my gray heart no pretense
And little that would last

She left me she left me one Autumn day
The Irish lass with the red red hair
And the dearg glas cailín from far away
Left with the Samhain air
 


 

(“Red and Green” – 11-22-2014)

Goodbye, Old Life

[This is a reworking of the first blog post I ever wrote, in prose, on another hosting site, after my divorce and selling of our old house. – Owen]

It’s time to say goodbye, old life – it’s time for me to go…

To notches on the door-frame as we watched our children grow,
To walls that once held shadows from a child’s puppet show,
To unavailing efforts when we try to stem time’s flow
(For life will go the speed it goes, be that speed fast or slow)
To lives we built together here – the one I came to know —

Goodbye, old life. It’s time for me to go.

And now, I take a look around within day’s fading glow,
I loved you, but it’s over now. There’s no more con or pro –
For you are where you need to be; you’re neither friend nor foe.
I close the door and shiver as I feel the cold wind blow,
And think these words, this brief adagio —

Goodbye, old life

It’s time for me

To go

Supposed to Be

The way that it’s supposed to be,
We’d be out there together;
We’d watch watch her grow concurrently,
Then loose her from the tether that is us.

That’s “we”, not “me” and “you”:
A family’s what we had,
But now, that’s all a memory,
That went from good to bad —

You took my hand and I took yours.
We loved behind these folding doors
We’ve folded up and stored away –
For there’s nothing to hide now

I see you in our daughter’s eyes:
I do not think you realize
That she still holds out hope for us
That you have smashed to pieces —

The way that it’s supposed to be
I’m here for you, you’re here for me;
But there’s no “here” where we can meet,
Your smash-and-grab job’s quite complete

You lost respect for me and so

There’s nowhere left for love to go

No ground left to find empathy

The way that it’s

Supposed

To

Be

This Empty Room

This empty room sits silent in the sunbeams
My footsteps on the carpet shuffle hollow:
We moved a thousand things – all of our old dreams –
But where you go, I can no longer follow

We lay here once as lovers in the darkness
I felt your velvet skin as it was burning;
Whatever thing there is that moves us – sparks us –
It’s gone away, and there is no returning

I move towards the door, a final shiver
The ghost of love departs to take his sleep:
This empty room sits silent by the river
Of vanished hope
And vows
We could not
Keep

The Mistakes I Made

The mistakes I made were many
I gave you less than you needed
I asked from you things you didn’t really have to give
But I took nothing from you, in the end

You loved me as best you could
And I loved you the same way
But love couldn’t answer
In our case

For while we may be not be able to buy love
In this world
Love, itself, is unable to buy

Anything