Course of Eight Years

Written for:  dVerse Poets Pub – “Frustration and Heartbreak  (posted by Frank)

Frustration and heartbreak are risky themes. The characters expressing these emotions of weakness look silly to some. That’s the risk. The reward, however, for writers who successfully take such risks is incredible. To those who sense what’s going on below the surface of this weakness, assuming there is something below the surface, find they are reminded of something they have forgotten, something they want art and poetry to remind them of, something they can hardly believe to be true that “love is stronger than the universe”.

Now it’s your turn. To participate write a poem and post it on your blog. It only needs to be vaguely inspired by the thought of frustration or heartbreak. Mine is simply a reference to homelessness. Whatever level or suggestion of frustration or heartbreak you develop, it may have a resolution, or it may not. If it has a resolution, it may be subtle or all over the place.

Eight years of living cross country,
thinking it would be a good thing
for us.  They were unable
to visit.  Previous to moving, he had
a heart attack. We saw him.
Doctors said he would be fine.
She was upset at the timing. Without
sufficient funds, we could only
see them on visits back to New York.

Couple of years later, she became
ill, auto-immune, which doctors
could not control. When we moved
back, we were thankful to see her
several times. She worsened. The last
time we saw her, we felt like our
guts were ripped out. Hospital bed,
coma, with a multitude of tubes.
We cried with him, so devastated
and frightened of losing her.
Then, she was gone.

Our other dear friends lost
their daughter as we were
moving back, a girl we’d
known since childhood–
parent’s ultimate grief.

You second guess decisions.
Eight years lost with friends
and family. With pieces
of our hearts missing, faces
lined, we move forward.
It is the only choice.

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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10 Responses to Course of Eight Years

  1. V.J. Knutson says:

    Such difficult decisions – do you stay and risk resentment, or go and risk guilt? My parents set aside their dreams for my sister whose death was always imminent – she lived fourteen years and they never did get away. There are no right answers, just the right to choose, I guess.

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  2. Frank Hubeny says:

    Very nice, Sara. The simplest lines resolve this for me: “Then, she was gone.” and “It is the only choice.” Even though I imagine those lines were hardest to write. Best wishes.

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  3. Kathy Reed says:

    Long distance friendships and or families are hard on the fond heart.
    Thanks for sharing.

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  4. MYRNA ZACH says:

    Or as the old Sanskrit proverb puts it “Better late than never”

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  5. I think the only choice is to move on… good that you could visit that final time.

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