Suzanne is a Leonard Cohen song. I believe I first heard this song while I was overseas in the home some young diplomats who were also Judy Collins fans.
Hmmm, this is what I wrote on 9/3/09... It actually holds true these days too. I have had a harsh disappointment, a rejection by Bank of America that definitely will hurt my pocket book. There are other things. My friends are in trouble, some of them. Ouch.
I had a harsh morning and a relentless afternoon, then I went to a meeting and found out that there were many people struggling harder than I am with these issues of mine. I came home and realized that the next poem simply wasn't one I would post, so I skipped it and came to this one.
Tonight I miss my cat, and with that the tiny little hooks that lead to all the other lost cats, the wife, the mom, the dad, the many friends, all gone now. Thank God I know what to do. I have done it, am doing it. As my friend Vivian says, Relentless Forward Movement. That came from her extreme marathon running husband. He's gone now too, a heart event that occurred at the end of a mountain marathon. He finished, and finished well, but then he died, too far from the medics who could have saved him had they been able to get there. Relentless Forward Movement.
I am in between a rock and a hard place. Nothing new. Same old. Yet this time is new if the stuff in it isn't and I will go on. Of course I will. I am not alone. Nor are you.
Holding You
Spidersilk, silver and stronger than beautiful holds you as I spun for you before this life in another, knew you then, knew you would need it now, my princess.
Well, Mr. Well, I post these things hoping that others will understand. I think you do, of course.
Ms. Shades, thank you for your comment.
(((Erin))) there is enough holding that I do not shatter. Loving you.
That you picked up on the RFM...now you are a member of the tribe. Vivian, Scott (who coined the phrase), the anonymous man who commented here, and there are others, all lifetime connected and beyond.
We shall all take yet another step, live all that is possible to live today. Relentless Forward Movement is how you finish a marathon.
This one is more dreamlike and stream-of-consciousnessy than your usual stuff, I think... just one sentence that winds and twines around. That metaphor of spidersilk going back and forth in time... love it. A fitting memoriam.
christopher - I came here by way of a comment you posted on dale favier's blog. I wish I had some intelligent or even slightly amusing words to share, but given the absence of both, I'll just say a sincere thank you. I really needed to see this and hear this today. So thank you.
RFM is something I can tie a string around, and carry with me, to pull out of my pocket when nothing else makes sense. Appreciate the gift.
ntexas, welcome to the blog. When you go back this far Blogger automatically forces moderation of comments. Normally you don't go through that when you comment, if you hold close to the current blog.
I am pleased to pass RFM along. Vivian has it on her license plate. RUN RFM. She runs too. She runs still.
I found you through my friend's site (Nancy at http://nancyfromtexas.wordpress.com/). This particular reading helped me gain some perspective during an episode of "woe is me." I have a wonderful life but tend to dwell on what is not perfect about it and me. I, too, miss my kitty friend (http://eternalpresence.wordpress.com/2010/08/17/the-presence-of-magic/). Now, I am off to Relentless Forward Movement.
Some years ago my poetry took on a mythic flavor and I became a character in my own poems, a mage, "the man of the Northern Wall". This apellation is not completely fictional. My middle name is Noordwal, a Dutch term for north wall, though in current Dutch it mainly means north bank as in riverbank. I was told that an ancestor, a Portugese Jew escaping the Inquisition, settled in a small Dutch town and took this name from where he settled, near the north wall of the town. I have thought for a long time that -wal meant wall, think my mother told me that. A linguist might say that my usage is no longer common, is an older usage, but then the Inquisition happened in Portugal a few centuries ago, right around the time the Moors lost control of the Iberian Peninsula and the Jews lost the modest protection given them by Islam. Now I write as this mage, my poetry persona.
Mechanical designer for industry, now retired, once a Bay Area Hippie, went undercover in 1972, I've been writing poetry for years.
Contact: 3topper45@gmail.com
Thanks Chris. The blog hit the spot, and I liked the poem as well.
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Sincerly with love,
He Ment Well
like the poem. simple words can bring so much meaning :)
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ReplyDeletesometimes it takes this. i wish there was enough holding that assuaged the pain.
xo
erin
Well, Mr. Well, I post these things hoping that others will understand. I think you do, of course.
ReplyDeleteMs. Shades, thank you for your comment.
(((Erin))) there is enough holding that I do not shatter. Loving you.
That you picked up on the RFM...now you are a member of the tribe. Vivian, Scott (who coined the phrase), the anonymous man who commented here, and there are others, all lifetime connected and beyond.
We shall all take yet another step, live all that is possible to live today. Relentless Forward Movement is how you finish a marathon.
This one is more dreamlike and stream-of-consciousnessy than your usual stuff, I think... just one sentence that winds and twines around. That metaphor of spidersilk going back and forth in time... love it. A fitting memoriam.
ReplyDeletechristopher - I came here by way of a comment you posted on dale favier's blog. I wish I had some intelligent or even slightly amusing words to share, but given the absence of both, I'll just say a sincere thank you. I really needed to see this and hear this today. So thank you.
ReplyDeleteRFM is something I can tie a string around, and carry with me, to pull out of my pocket when nothing else makes sense. Appreciate the gift.
ntexas, welcome to the blog. When you go back this far Blogger automatically forces moderation of comments. Normally you don't go through that when you comment, if you hold close to the current blog.
ReplyDeleteI am pleased to pass RFM along. Vivian has it on her license plate. RUN RFM. She runs too. She runs still.
I found you through my friend's site (Nancy at http://nancyfromtexas.wordpress.com/). This particular reading helped me gain some perspective during an episode of "woe is me." I have a wonderful life but tend to dwell on what is not perfect about it and me. I, too, miss my kitty friend (http://eternalpresence.wordpress.com/2010/08/17/the-presence-of-magic/). Now, I am off to Relentless Forward Movement.
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