John Castellenas Poet Prose Poetry

Looking For My Agnes

Looking for my Agnes


Hemingway wrote of his Agnes. A love, who saved him and left him. Hemingway learn. Love in war, just gifts of the survivors. We must go home. Took J. D Salinger a lifetime to find his Agnes. Hemingway's words made him know. Love was rare and needed. Salinger was heavy with terrible memories. A kind woman protected and loved him. She saved him. He found a forever Agnes.


Hemingway never forgot the kind nurse. She nursed his injuries and his heart/mind. He loved her till his last days. I wondered did Hemingway think of the kind married lady before he killed himself?

 

I wonder, do we accept less? I was saved and I was broken. Love was sweet and love was damned.

 

Today I know. We are just pieces of a puzzle. Just pieces gathering till we built a final draft, of what we support to be.


Maybe I had my Agnes? I have been saved and I have saved kind ladies. Maybe my Agnes is waiting for me.


I remember a Michigan beauty who caressed my face and she saved me in 1992. Maybe we need many people to save us.


The Hemingway wish, I may still have. Wishing for someone to save me.


                            Dancing Coyote

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Jennifer Proxenos October 30, 2020 at 8:57 AM To be saved when one is lost is unbelievably awesome - and perhaps this person stays, but maybe they go, however, the memories of them will linger throughout time. maybe we will save someone one day. Superb poetry my friend, Hugs and blessings, Jennifer. John Castellenas October 31, 2020 at 2:02 AM Thank you dear Jennifer. I appreciate the kind words.

Panagiota Romios October 24, 2020 at 7:26 AM Hi John, most of my poems are about heart so I appreciate this charming piece. Sometimes it takes one to tie us together. Maybe more? All humans if deep enough, anchor us. One person won't fo it for me. I need a symphony orchestra of souls. )) Pangie. John Castellenas October 31, 2020 at 2:04 AM Thank you Pangie for reading and the comment. All of us need to know the blessing of love.

Charmaine Chircop October 16, 2020 at 7:51 AM We all feel lost at times..and it's so beautiful to be saved and found..even if for a short moment..The memory might last a life-time.Thanks for sharing this lovely poem. John Castellenas October 16, 2020 at 11:26 PM Thank you dear Charmaine. We need to be saved and we must save someone.

Silent One October 14, 2020 at 8:14 AM I am still searching for my soul mate.. I do like your take on Hemingway's wish... John Castellenas October 15, 2020 at 1:59 PM Thank you for reading and the comment. Hard to find your soul mate. Rare people excite our soul and our heart.

Angela Crabtree October 12, 2020 at 1:30 PM A very sincere poem, John. I think we meet certain people for a reason. Whether it is in passing or an actual friendship. A definite favorite for me. Have a great day... ~Angie John Castellenas October 13, 2020 at 3:02 AM Thank you dear Angela. I agree. We will meet many soul mates and if lucky. Befriend.

Andrea Dietrich October 11, 2020 at 1:26 PM Keep the hope alive. Well, if you are single, there a LOT of Agneses out there in the world waiting for a kind man to come along! More women to men than vice versa! I really enjoyed this emotive and intelligent poem. John Castellenas October 12, 2020 at 12:20 AM Thank you dear Andrea. Few people excite our hearts and our minds. An Agnes is someone willing to accept your pain. You must accept her pain also.