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sometime not so long ago
i spoke to you in quiet whispers

making promises i could never keep
about filling tomorrow
with bougainvillea wrapped in daydreams
then marinated in sugar water and red wine

so often i gathered roses by the bunch
and colored them red
at your door
while waiting for love to embrace us
like a vine growing so close to itself
that it grafted new life in its wounds

i never meant to water your heart with tears

somehow they just flowed more freely
than i would have ever imagined possible

if i could dry your eyes
with a promise folded like a white handkerchief
i would dab them with a triangle corner
and kiss the softness of your lips
to stop the flow

i never meant to say goodbye
in the morning
when so much of the day lay before us
like a fertile field
littered with new growth
waiting for the springtime harvest

i never meant to say goodbye at all
when sometime not so long ago
i spoke to you in quiet whispers

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tolbert (24 Posts)

Born in Virginia and raised in North Carolina, I have Southern roots that were extracted when I lived close enough to Berkeley in the late sixties and early seventies to taste the influences of the pursuit of freedom. As a student at San Jose State University I watched William Kuntsler expound on the values of free speech and he offered more education in an hour, on the lawn by the baseball diamond than most professors gave in a full semester. Married for thirty years, I have two grown daughters and three grandkids,..and two Boston Terriers.


3 Comments

  1. “I never meant to water your hear with tears”—-such a lovingly kind regret. Another stunning poem, Tolbert!

  2. Tolbert,

    You are the bard of love loved and lost!

    Either you have had a life filled with passion and tumult, or you have an unerring sympathy for such a life.

    “i never meant to say goodbye
    in the morning
    when so much of the day lay before us
    like a fertile field
    littered with new growth
    waiting for the springtime harvest”

    What ever be the case, you write with an aching beauty that is a searing joy to read.

    Thank you for this enthralling poem!

    Larry

  3. Tolbertt, this is beautiful. Larry Conley picked my favorite part, but every single word is Beautiful. I think that says it all.

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