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martiniat8
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since 2003-06-21
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Prague, Bohemia, Czech Republic

0 posted 2011-05-09 12:36 PM



After waiting for hours in the sun
just for the chance of seeing her
they spent the day together
only to let her slip away

they spent the day talking
they spent the day walking
together, on the Seventh of May

Things come and go, as do friends and lovers.
He didn't know if he would see her again.
Why would she want to, after what he did...
He couldn't dream of any other.

How can he be a hero, if he seems a villain to her?
How could he let her go that night?
That night on the metro.

She was there and he let her slip away,
with no kiss
with no plans for another day.

He sat in the grass of Karlovo Namesti
after she left, he wept
in the cool wet grass, on the Seventh of May.

He walked along the Vltava,
sat at a riverside Beer Garden
alone, watching the sunset, alone.

there was music playing,
a guitarist, a singer, ended his set...

"How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,

Running over the same old ground.
What have you found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here."

He walked home, wrote her, apologizing
sending her the photos she took of him
by the wall, the John Lennon Love Prague Peace Wall
that fateful photo, was painted "Love Texas"

He was in it, it was him
it was Texas Love in Prague.
it was written, unsaid, within.

He didn't know what was written on that wall
he didn't even know where he stood.

He didn't know where he stood...
with her or against the wall
the walls around a heart
their fears, his fears
his thoughts...

of never seeing her again...

He suffered the "slings and arrows" of her wrath
her words, her letter, her wrath
they struck his heart and soul
stuck in him, thrust in him, struck in him,
one by one

they rained from the heavens,
they rained from the sky

they rained from the corner,
from the corner of his eye

when his dearest friend leaves and says, "Bye"
drop by drop, a man weeps...

He doesn't cry.


(quoted lyrics by Pink Floyd)

© Copyright 2011 Kenneth Bradley Smith - All Rights Reserved
JerryPat2
Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975
South Louisiana
1 posted 2011-05-09 08:58 AM


You wrote my poem, martiniat8. Yes. This is love ruined in the nth degree. I've never seen anything better by you. From the heart. The gut. Now that it is has been outed, pick up and move along.

~ I have never been in a situation where having money made it worse. ~

Margherita
Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236
Eternity
2 posted 2011-05-09 09:15 AM


This is very good work, dear Kenneth. It has a harmonious flow to it and carries the reader along touching the heart.

It is a pity that you do not interact on Pip, more poets would read and enjoy your poetry and comment on it if you did.

Love,
Margherita

Lori Grosser Rhoden
Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202
Fair to middlin' of nowhere
3 posted 2011-05-09 02:34 PM


I'm with Jerry and Margherita. This is great, write here more often.
Lori

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