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 Aug 2016 Jim Marchel
Marleny
Feeling reminiscent for something I have not experienced before.

I am longing for something that I could not possibly recollect -

Out of my reach / too terribly close for comfort.

It's like a hurt without all of the pain.

My heart's feelin heavy for a burden that's not mine to carry. Kinda scary how sympathy seeps straight through me that way.

I don't understand it: How I grieve for others though their suffering is foreign to me.

Why does their anguish feel more at home than my own? Does the intensity vary? Oh, rarely, but not unfamiliar.

It's a curse to be wistful of an unknown - an invisible twist of a knife and the stab's dulled.

I am juxtaposed I suppose - when you feel so much, everyone's aches start to run similar.
 Aug 2016 Jim Marchel
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Revolver
 Aug 2016 Jim Marchel
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Some memories I give her
to drown in dark water,

like an old revolver
thrown into a river,

nights spent drinking
the moon under a table

made of maple and fables
we once believed true

love lost, found
and lost again together

where only the mountains
and seas last forever.
Service to others is the
rent you pay for your
room here on earth.
—Muhammad Ali

She talks of change, of
Back to neighborhoods
Which were comfortable.

Of underground parking,
Of walkable, convenient
Distances to work.

Oh, how nice to wish
For change, to want to
Go forward by backing up.

Or, to make sense from
It, plunge right in and
Join the dance.

I dread the thought of
Driving for fear of putting
My foot on the wrong pedal.

As a perfectly flawed man,
I live alone with a cat and
Shelves hosting 6K books.

Should she change?  Must
I?  Which of us has the
More restless heart?

Life is for living, it is
Said, so perhaps we can
Stick it out for a year.

Stick it out until you can
Prove that love is not a
Swollen mass of flesh.


Or change, change, and
Pretend you are different
From a new car in the driveway.

Or another K of paperbacks,
Or a new litter of kittens
Grazing in the kitchen.

If you change, hide all the
Evidence and be humble
As the crippled or the blind.

Share your legacy before
Someone else interprets
It for you.

And live every day slowly
While looking in the mirror
Saying “Progress, not perfection.”


© Lewis Bosworth, 2016
The epigraph is supposed to be in Italics.
 Aug 2016 Jim Marchel
Ramin Ara
A fish can learn
The worth of the sea
When it finds itself caught
In the net
Of oppression
I
Feel Nothing
Inside My Heart

It
Deceives Me
Again

Breaking Me
So Easy I Bend

Leaving Me
Right Back At The Start
Of It All

This Madness I Hide

It's Swirling

Dancing

Crying Inside

Save Me

From


Myself
It was probably in Dubai at the Hyatt when I met her
or it may have been in Dresden at the Steigenberger,
I
can't remember,

am I just dredging up old memories trying
to keep some flame alive?

but there are lots of things I don't recall
in this season of my fall
and more things still
I left unsaid

Bedrest
so the Doctor says
what a way to end my days
and then it came to me as
these things usually do
I met her down in Sussex
just outside
Drusillas zoo.
 Aug 2016 Jim Marchel
Jude kyrie
I have seen the sun and moon
Shining brightly in full grace.
I have seen the starlit nights
But never have I seen your face.

I have heard orchestras
Playing sweet music of rejoice.
Heard angel choirs of perfect sound
But never once heard your voice.

I have touched the finest silks
And velvets soft textures too.
The finest objects in the land
But never once touched you.

I have kissed the magenta dawn
And  twilights indigo rise
My lips have tasted the  dew of morn
But never have I kissed your eyes.

In dreams I have done wanton things.
Drank potions from a witches brew.
Awoken in a fiery glow.
But never once with you.
I like to think this is from a lady to her unknown lover.
But
I guess it could be a man also
Lol
Jude
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