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| Open Poetry #34 |
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When I Remember...My Two Loves |
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stilltogether Member
since 2004-07-28
Posts 58Georgia, USA 
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Well, here I am...alot of you know me now. I'm Mary, Michael Auguste's widow...that still doesn't sound real. Anyway...I've written one of my rare poems...(I'm more a short story/novel type writer) but occasionally...a poem just 'flows' out of me. I can't write unceasingly like Michael did...but when I do write.. it is just something that has to come out of me. I am not near in the ranks of all of you...so ...be kind.  This poem is about my first love Monty and about Michael.Monty was a friend of Michael's...who captured my heart completely in my teens.. We were together about three years...until he was drafted...then...after he came home on leave...we spent time together.. then when he went back to base.. Michael kept me company...as a friend. We lost track of Monty after a few years...and recently I found his sister...she told me he had been murdered in 2001. My heart still is broken. I hope you like my offering. I feel like Michael is my muse now. -------------------------------------------------- When I Remember...My Two Loves So young when last I saw his face, He stood waving as I passed... I wouldn't have left in such a haste If I'd known that'd be my last. We seemed to click the day we met, We talked for hours on end... It soon was clear our path was set And we'd be more than friends. So cool and somber, his smiles were rare.. But then in private he'd attempt To make me laugh...then smile, then sigh... And any frowns prempt. We shared our thoughts...our youthful dreams Our worries and our faith. We gave each other happiness And neither sought escape. His music was his therapy And many times he'd play, He'd sing to me and make me smile In that special kind of way. We'd talk of God and then of us And how we came to be He'd say "God's will, I know it was" No need to convince me... We said the words...we meant them too Of how we felt inside Each close embrace, each single kiss, The love we did not hide. That's why the day he had to leave Was unwelcome in my heart He had no choice...his time was up Of this he had no part. We wrote the words...in letter form A poor substitute for close, But each one was so dear to me "I love you" penned in most... I wish I'd not been quite so young I might have known much better To have more patience, give it time Not try to rush the letters. He had his troubles, that is clear His childhood had been hard His fear of caring came and went His ego had been marred. Away from him, I spent some time, With a good friend to my Love, We sat as friends...we laughed, we talked, His heart as gentle as a dove. Friends we were...but more became, One summer evening time His lips met mine there on that night His soul was full of rhyme. His caring ways, his poet's soul, Touched needs within me then My Love still dwelled inside my heart How could I love two men? The poet won...he swept me up.. My Love I did turn away, Long after vows were said and meant, I wished I would have stayed. So later then...we came to see My Love, a friend of ours.. We laughed and talked together then Spent many many hours... But the poet saw...he read my heart, Could see the love still there... He couldn't fight his jealousy, So no more time to share... As years crept by I wondered then What became of my dear One When quiet moments were his to savor Did he wish that he had won? One day I found a path to him The web gave me a way I wrote to Jen, asked her for news But of him she did not say... I wrote her back...and asked again And finally, the news was given I read the words...could not believe He'd preceeded me to Heaven. I sat, just numb...unable to grasp Why things had happened that way Then tears began, and would not stop And I wanted someone to pay... I heard about his two sweet girls... I hope they thought him wise... I longed to see them.. and maybe catch His essence in their eyes.. My poet ill, his life did wane, Talking was near an end I told him what befell my Love... He said "They've killed my friend.." He still knew my feelings true For both he and my Love No longer jealous...his mind now light "You fit him like a glove.." I cried more tears...I could not stop "I'll tell him when I go.." I read his eyes, then realized My message he'd let show... Now both are gone...and I sit still I can't let go it seems... They've gone ahead into the light And I am lost in dreams... -Mary Pruitt - 1/13/05 It's Not About Age, It's About Life [This message has been edited by stilltogether (01-16-2005 11:49 AM).] |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Mare...finally, an Official Welcome to Passions! Your road has been hard, but this is what family is all about...even though we only knew of you through Michael's poems, you are now "one of the family". quote: Yes, yes, he is.  Karilea - if I whisper, will you listen? Keeping in mind, I must stand close...and keep my promises... |
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stilltogether Member
since 2004-07-28
Posts 58Georgia, USA |
Thank you Glad to be here... Sometimes friends are better than "real" family...Mare It's Not About Age, It's About Life |
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SEA 
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
Mary, you brought tears to my eyes with this..such an honest, outpouring of emotions here...so much I can relate to... I'm glad to see you posted this...and sure do hope to read more. |
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stilltogether Member
since 2004-07-28
Posts 58Georgia, USA |
Thank you...it came flowing from my heart. More? I am not a frequent poetry writer.. but we'll see. Still working on Chris...hopefully he'll post eventually. I know everyone would love to read Michael's son's words. What the heart has once owned...it shall never lose - Henry Ward Beecher |
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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
Love does not know boundries or man written rules - it is boundless - and different people inspire different types of love - of this I deeply understand - My heart reaches to yours in compassion for your loss. Your words a beautiful tribute - Welcome to Passions - it would be nice to see your name again-  SusanIf I wander far enough, long enough, will I finally know . . . |
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Trillium
since 2001-03-09
Posts 12098Idaho, USA |
Dear Mary: This is a wonderful outpouring of your inner feelings and it is so generous of you to share them with us. You obviously have talent so I hope you will continue to bring them to one of our sites and give us all a chance to enjoy them. Still praying for you and Chris1 Love Betty Lou Betty Lou Hebert |
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stilltogether Member
since 2004-07-28
Posts 58Georgia, USA |
Thank you Susan... love indeed has no boundaries...nor rules. And Betty Lou...thank you so much. I hope to post again...but it will only happen when the muse helps... I have been saving Michael's poems from the archives onto my hard drive today...and reading every one as I go. Some.. I realize I've never seen before. I didn't give him enough credit. He was truly amazing in his talent.. and his deep soul. Why is it... that we never appreciate anyone ...enough anyway... until we lose them? I can just feel him nodding... Mare What the heart has once owned...it shall never lose - Henry Ward Beecher |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
Mary this is lovely. Welcome to Passions dear lady. hugs, Chris |
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sandgrain Member Elite
since 1999-09-21
Posts 3662Sycamore, IL, USA |
The depths of joys and sadness are expressed so well in your post. Love triggers many emotions and you're so wise to allow the richness of your experiences help you cope with the final losses. Thank you for sharing your talent and heart. God bless! Rae |
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MGROVES
since 2004-02-01
Posts 3802california |
this brought tears to my eyes such sorrow felt. i know about loving more than one. the heart is a big and has lots of love to offer and recieve and different loves do bring out special things in a person that one never knew they had and for those special gifts from the heart the heart will hold love for them for eternity i have not read his writtings i will have to go to archives and read them. thank you for sharing a piece of your heart bless you  |
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stilltogether Member
since 2004-07-28
Posts 58Georgia, USA |
Thank you Chris...I'm honored to be here. Rae...writing is my therapy. I keeps me sane.. especially now. Thank you for your kind words. MGROVES, yes..I think that's true...both men brought out special things in me...and I will love them both forever. I just wish I could have told Monty again...that I still loved him. But... my sweet Michael has taken care of that for me now. Please do go read his poetry... under "Auguste" He was truly gifted. Mare What the heart has once owned...it shall never lose - Henry Ward Beecher |
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dgvarner Member Elite
since 2000-05-13
Posts 3552High Springs, Florida |
Heart-wrenching story in that one... much feeling... hugs, g "Everybody just wants to get high...sit and watch a perfect world go by..." (T.McGraw) |
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stilltogether Member
since 2004-07-28
Posts 58Georgia, USA |
Yes, very much so... thank you. Mare What the heart has once owned...it shall never lose - Henry Ward Beecher |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
What a strong, honest person you are. It shines from your words. and an official welcome to pip! "cast me gently into the morning, for the night has been unkind" |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
This is a wonderful write, Mary, very well written. I read it as a comforting release, a healing write, much more than one of pain. Some never have even one true love, you seem to have had two, who both cared and shared your heart, understanding that a person CAN love more than one. Welcome to the poetry forums; your muse must be smiling. |
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Ratleader
since 2003-01-23
Posts 7026Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass |
A classic story, though no story is "classic" when it happens to you....and you tell it well. ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸ ¸¸ºº> ~~~(¸¸ER¸¸ºº> |
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stilltogether Member
since 2004-07-28
Posts 58Georgia, USA |
It was/is healing in a way...therapy...to get it out in writing. I will never get over either death...but I'll go on. Both would have wanted that... And I was very blessed, to have two such wonderful men love me... And yep.. he's smiling And...I will see both again someday...They'll probably be standing there, side by side... arms outstretched to welcome me home when it's my time. No jealousy, no competition, just love. And yes.. a classic story of sorts, but you're right... it only feels like a tragedy to me. Thank you both. Mary What the heart has once owned...it shall never lose - Henry Ward Beecher |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
You touched my heart with this story. Well written poem indeed. Yes, I think Monty and Michael know now the true nature of LOVE. Beautiful sharing, thank you. Love, Margherita |
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stilltogether Member
since 2004-07-28
Posts 58Georgia, USA |
Margherita ...yes, indeed they do. And Susan, I forgot to thank you for your kind comments... I have found more strength than I knew I had. I've always tried to be honest...and I've always worn my heart on my sleeve. I was just fortunate that the two wonderful men I loved...loved me back and didn't take advantage of that. Mary What the heart has once owned...it shall never lose - Henry Ward Beecher |
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