This piece was written about an experience of loss. Loss does not always involve death, but loss still can be a loss. It is also about being me. Sometimes it takes a long time for an issue to return to the surface, so I can move on from it. In the case of this piece, the hurt I felt took about 22 years to emerge. This was also one of three I submitted to a contest. It didn't get chosen, but that is okay. This tells me my competition was very fierce. I still feel these are some of the best pieces I have written to date, and a contest is only a contest. Life goes on. Either way, I am going to post all three I submitted today with a little story about each. I am including a pastel on construction paper I did a few years back to give my piece a little more flavor. The artwork has no title. The poem is called Perhaps the nevermore...
Feel free to comment. A good critique is always valued by me.
Perhaps evermore would be nevermore
Was it the timing?
Or was it the naive meandering
Between lovers in youthful misconception
On a winding river blessedly stained?
It was consigned to oblivion
Swallowing the bygone cracks
of a pocket full of memories
Which could never find leave.
Perhaps soft touches and grace faded nevermore
Remembering the moments
Of the would not, could not, never be
In a should have, could have, and didn’t
Kind of way to nowhere and here.
Beautiful memories too now fading
All fog to fog but stay in gray nonetheless.
See, souls never find healing
From what might have been.
Perhaps laughter cried funny tears nevermore
To reminisce is to call to mind
How not all of it this played black,
But there were regrettable forget me nots
With dead decades feeling mere minutes.
And the years came day by day
To conquer like they do.
Anger became denied
Proving man is the Queen of Denial.
Perhaps love lived to find nevermore
And denial became guilt
Praying for the chance to forget
Memories kissing forevermore
To the nevermore.
The soft touch and grace lost
Is blurred in vision of recalled pictures
Without the help of a lighthouse
To bring the ship to port.
Perhaps nevermore would be forevermore
Joseph Murch 2017
@apoem_4u @ellowrites @elloart @ellopoetry @silvisrivers #nevermore #memories #forgiveness #pain #sorrow #evermore #snow