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ON THE LOSS OF AN OLD FRIEND

Old Old is a key word Old friend Old friend come to the end End End is THE word End of my old friend End is REALLY the word At first the news is surprising shocking The news is mystifying My reaction surprising I can't believe myself! I can't believe I feel no sorrow - At first Can't believe I'm debating what to eat for lunch Can't even believe I'm hungry The day wanders on much as usual Just a thought every hour or two I do chores watch television Retire at the usual time But then I lay in bed thinking Oh not so much of my old friend - at first - But thinking on that word become a reaper The end! Reminiscing restless His voice just a week before on the phone I can hear it clearly All the sophisticated lively overtones Now I can't believe he's gone Is life really like that? I'd never thought much about it - The end Surprised again And morbidly I think only of myself my age - MY end Is life really like that? I'm thinking of all my old friends now Friends now gone Yes! Shock! Life ends! Now a few sick resentments jealousy comes back His brilliance for example Which it suddenly occurs makes no difference now In fact goes on his plus side And then his age - 14 years younger than myself I never thought I'd outlive anybody All those dead friends I count remaining years Adding Subtracting Weighing countless possibilities The bed covers becoming cement hard heavy His death finally sets in Finally I'm saddened by death of my old friend And the great loss lingers Lingers All the good times All the warmth All the confidences His death no doubt will linger linger Over time (I'm thinking) his death will Gradually Grow softer fainter All dissonance forgotten The warm blanket of memory Blessedly...... Covering....... I sleep

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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Date: 6/25/2010 6:53:00 PM
OH MY, what brilliant writing, Daver. I just loved reading this one. It's so sad and yes, this is how it gets more and more with age. Did you say you were in your 80's now? How is your health there, Dave??? Yes, the first thing in our minds is "when I am next?" And so it should be! I could not beleive when the awesome poetess Sondra Bell died of cancer last year, and three other poets I know, all under age 60. Geeeez it is really sad.......
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Date: 2/16/2009 3:18:00 PM
Hey D. . . I usually go by title to read a piece. . . intrigued by the title on this one. I tried to see if I could email you. . . couldn't (must be me). Did you mean "overtones"? "All the sophisticated lively ovetones" Really tried to find a way to email that. . .
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Date: 1/8/2009 4:33:00 PM
I don't know how I missed this earlier, Daver, but I'm almost speechless. There aren't words enough to say how this touched me, how those thoughts seem like my own. This has to be one of the most outstanding poems I've read on Poetry Soup. (really)...almost too real...wow...........Carrie
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Date: 1/6/2009 4:21:00 PM
This is awesome! And painful.
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Date: 1/3/2009 10:35:00 AM
Excellent write. Just found out I lost one of my closest friends in school. Hadn't seen him in years and now he's gone. Hopefully some day we'll do it again. God Bless. Vince
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Date: 1/2/2009 4:32:00 PM
Wonderful piece, Daver; so eloquent! This definitely strikes a chord with me. Donna G.
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Date: 12/30/2008 7:56:00 PM
Daver this poem is a great reflection of your friend and the way it is written is amazing - God Bless, MJ
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Date: 12/30/2008 5:42:00 AM
There is a lot of emotion in this but it is very controlled and presents the reader with an excellent portrait both of a person and a feeling of loss. I like the way that the first two stanzas prepare the narrative and they seem like poems on their own and yet intrinsic to this poem. there is a great flow to the narrative which never threatens to become maudlin. one of the job of the poet (or artist) is to present experience to the audience, objectively. This is the case here.
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Date: 12/29/2008 9:48:00 AM
I am so terribly sorry for the loss of your friend. Such an honest and amazingly brilliant write. Deeply emotional, you have captured what many of us have experienced, and expressed it, well, almost too well if that is possible. I am reliving loss here, and once again, my deepest sympathies are with you. Sending love and hugs, wishing you comfort and peace. Love, Shar
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Date: 12/29/2008 6:17:00 AM
Wow. Daver, this is absolutly brillaint. BRILLIANT. One of your very best - all of the nuances within this write, the tone; word placement; space placement; impact of each line is perfect! I teared up reading this, as it reflects someone everyone has lost, and you went through the satges of acceptance here, as well...it is so hard for those left behind - but there is no end. :) Never, only beginnings. :) Love this so much, it hurt, love Kristin and Daver, I'm so sorry for your loss.
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