Just one of my musings

AZ Jim

R.I.P. With Us In Spirit Only

By AZ Jim


He stood there on the porch
And watched as she rode off
He felt hollow, empty inside


He had saddled her horse for her
He always did, she could do it
But it was easier for him…..


Now he wanted to ride after her
Try again to convince her she would
Get used to the loneliness of life on
The ranch, he had tried before


He thought of the work ahead
The cows to be fed, horses to be
Tended to, the ranchers day…
He went out to work with no
Breakfast, just a cup of coffee


Not much to start the day but
She had been his cook…
She had been so many things
And she was gone….
 

OK, what actually happened?

I remember watching my thirteen year, live-in LTR drive off for what was supposed to be the final time. After seven dates with seven women, in ten days, I knew I was going to get her back. She's back, after a long three weeks, has been back a few months, and everything is great. We both learned the value of our relationship. The separation was therapeutic.

Your story, AJ?
 
OK, what actually happened?

I remember watching my thirteen year, live-in LTR drive off for what was supposed to be the final time. After seven dates with seven women, in ten days, I knew I was going to get her back. She's back, after a long three weeks, has been back a few months, and everything is great. We both learned the value of our relationship. The separation was therapeutic.

Your story, AJ?
I have spent 45 years with my wife. They have all been good. My little poem is not a draw on my life.
 

I'm glad it isn't a personal poem, Jim.
Poems say a lot and each person sees something different in the same poem.
My takeaway?
The lonely rancher might have some chance of getting her back
when he stops thinking of her as his cook before "so many other things".
 
Poetry is often far less linear than prose. One of its strengths, IMO. Lovely poem Jim, poignant. Another thing we have in common, writing poetry. Please share more of your gift.:love_heart:
 
I have to be honest with you, Jim, that I know that it's hard to believe that this poem only came out of your imagination and is not part--from what you've said--a feeling from your life in some way. But hard not to ask. But also none of our business.
 
I have to be honest with you, Jim, that I know that it's hard to believe that this poem only came out of your imagination and is not part--from what you've said--a feeling from your life in some way. But hard not to ask. But also none of our business.

Heh. From "Geeze Loueze" to the above. OK, maybe you, perhaps, get it. Also, if you don't want people to ask about a given piece, why post it in a very public forum, like this?
 
Heh. From "Geeze Loueze" to the above. OK, maybe you, perhaps, get it. Also, if you don't want people to ask about a given piece, why post it in a very public forum, like this?

Spooky, isn't it? :cool:
 


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