Two Goyokha

Written for:  Poets and Storytellers United
Writers’ Pantry #90: Why Do You Write and Share?
(posted by Rosemary)

"I have spent a lot of time, these few days, pondering the reasons why I write and share my words online, and in this community specifically.

I went from always sharing fiction, even in my poetry, to mostly writing poetry and prose about my daily life and my observations of the world. When I write, I feel like I am having a conversation with a room full of friends."

"Now, the Pantry is open! Share prose or poetry. Let your contributions be new or old, short or longish (if going for prose, the word count should be 369 words or fewer)."

A loss
One too hard too bear
Dad no longer able to
Drive his car

Dad's toast
Their wedding anniversary
Fifty years together
"She is the jewel
In my treasure chest

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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8 Responses to Two Goyokha

  1. Two poignant comments on ageing. The loss of independence is sad (and I may be facing the same one myself soon) – but the long-lasting love is so good to read about.


  2. Dad was always the driver. Mother always in the psgr. seat. He changing our flat tires, mapping our routes, the big guy in a stetson, always in charge. Losing his independence, quietly turning over the car keys was the hardest thing, harder for us, I think, than for him. I’ll never forget the last time he drove me anywhere. Coming up to a stop sign on a busy highway, he asked me (first time ever) the unnerving question: “how’s it look your way?” Your poem touched me in an integral way. (See I couldn’t stop carrying on!) The memory rekindled. But their love far outlasted his ability to drive. As you so poignantly relate.


  3. Margaret Bednar says:

    Time… both a blessing and a curse.


  4. Aging is wonderful and a terrible thing. I love the wisdom the years bring. But the decline is heartbreaking.


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