I was looking for Inspiration, for an “Elegy” Contest Poem
A Rambling POET , Constance, with POETRY from her Heart
With deep embedded feelings Her ~~Beloved Husband~~ is where I start
For I too lost a dear true LOVE, Glenn and Lenore in Heavens Home
I felt the pain of agony, the pain of a lost LOVE, I know what Constance felt
Together in Spirit, yet so far apart, together in Prayer, at a Gravestone we Knelt
I stare upon the ocean of tears that Constance cried, for in that ocean ,my Wife died
As we grow old together : Alone : let us meet in Heaven, YOU with YOUR Husband
I with my Bride
Inspired By A Rambling POET, CONSTANCE"s Contest "Scavenger Hunt"
Dedicated to "A Rambling POET: Constance"
15th March , Can you remember this day
“What?” he asked “why today?”
Our wedding anniversary,
He has forgotten as usual, I laughed.
Heard these questions thirty six times in the past
Like a peacock he never danced in the rain
No love songs sung no poems delivered
No chocolates or flowers for any birthdays
Candle light dinners? I cannot remember any dates
He is a Rock in the ocean of life
He never wipes my tears or cuddles me when I am in fear
But taught me how to hold them back and to be brave instead
Lift me from my fall and kept on an elevator
Paved my path not with gold but with fine sand
Showed me how to cast off the thorns in my path
He is a man of principals, and a walking encyclopedia
Romance is not in his blood, pettiness is his enemy
Gave me everything I need in this material world plus
Security, strength and wisdom a woman to sustain
He was right to be suspicious
She was acting suspiciously
So he followed her that morning
To see what he might see
She didn’t go towards her office
She took the road to the ocean shore
And pulled up to a motel where
They had never been before
He watched her get a room key
Then go to a cabin with an ocean view
He was hurting so much inside himself
He didn’t know just what to do
He saw another man knock on the door
Looking tall and younger than him
He loaded the pistol from inside his car
As she let the stranger in
He shot her once aside the head
Him twice in the face
Then turned the pistol upon himself
Making a full mess of the place
The police found a cell phone in her hand
The stranger left a bible on the table
The husband’s cell phone was on the front seat of his car
Displaying 1 voice message on the label
“Hi Honey, I know it’s a month early but … Happy Anniversary. I got us a terrific little room at this quaint motel down in Seaside and found a nice young preacher who said he would perform a service to reaffirm our vows. When you get this message, come down and join me. See you soon … Love you.”
A most ordinary, a tad-bit hazy day,
Fishing from the pier, a black cat came my way.
A mere kitten she was, "was she wearing a hat?"
a man's blue top hat? a black, blue-eyed girl cat?
She sauntered on down and I could tell, this is odd.
I called out, "Here, kitty!" as I reeled in my rod.
I offered her a fish I was gonna throw back
"I don't eat fish!" she scowled, giving my catch a whack.
"Just, who you calling, Kitty?" she sneered in exhale,
"Watch this!" she attacked me, put her hat on the rail.
She took off in a huff, forgetting her prize
trotting into the sand as I blinked my eyes.
I went back to fishing but I watched that chapeau.
It changed colors three times, taking on a red glow
and floated on the ocean waves out of eye's reach
as I heard my wife calling from down the beach.
I gathered my gear, got up, somewhat less canned.
My wife claimed the red hat as it reached the land
jawing on about some ladies society,
or was she yakking about sobriety?
In his eyes I see tomorrow
he is the holder of all my time
like beautiful stained glass
holding rainbow colored sand
His touch is healing and divine
like the warmest sun
in summer time
his words are like seashells
As they call out to lovers in the ocean
drifting along the tide to sandy beaches
he has found me anchored to him
holding me with his soft sensual kiss
I see the moon in mid-day now
shining right beside the sun
they over came the obstacles
of all the storms on the run
We are in the eye of the hurricane
where the sky is beautiful all day
enjoying our mystery
to the rest of the worlds dismay
He is the ink that now flows from my quill
I am the tapestry the ancients could never fill
together we are a master piece designed with our love
we are the ones who are well endowed in love
Stained glass masterpieces.
art inked with sand from above
two beautiful lives filled with God in trust
I stare out into this huge blue Sea,
And the waves, well, they just carry me.
My mind drifts so far away,
Because the Ocean is where I lay!
I’m off to never-never land once again,
So take my hand and let this journey begin!
I listen carefully to the Oceans roar,
The waves, well they just help me soar.
My mind relaxes with my day,
Because the Ocean is where I always lay!
I’m off to never-never land on a hunch for so much more,
So take my hand and let’s find new places we can both explore!
I can see blue water with big fluffy white rolls,
Waves, well they just capture my entire soul.
My mind just helpless with my day,
Well, it is the Ocean where I lay!
Off in never-never land I can always see,
A gigantic Ocean covering over me!
Far away in never-never land near the Ocean is where I always lay.
Lifeless in the sand is where I’ll always be.
So take my hand and be lifeless with me in the sand.
Together, just you and me on our journey to never-never land,
Just lifeless in the sand, together you and I and always we’ll be hand in hand!
© Copyright: 1997 Ann Rich