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Timothy Goetsch Poem
I loved a boy
His name was Free
He had eyes of fire
When he looked at me
We lived by the sea
This boy and me
Given to kindness
To all and me
But with a dark past
This boy, not me
Sometimes we talked
This boy and me
Sometimes he loved
This boy to me
We grew old together
This boy with me
He went above
This boy, not me
I went below
Not this boy, but me
I fought to see him
This boy named Free
I will always love you
Said this boy to me
"You sinner"
Said god
"You hypocrite"
Said me
For you loved your son so
But forbid for me
To love a man the same
As you did me
For I give my soul
To this boy named Free
A thousand fold
I would give it to Thee
So don’t condescend
Nor throw the stone
Lest the first sinner
Be better than me.
Copyright © Timothy Goetsch | Year Posted 2013
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Timothy Goetsch Poem
Absently I
Brushed the
Crushed ice
Down from the
Eaves and
Followed my
Grandfather into
His little cottage.
I looked all around me hoping to find any traces of
Jeremy's presence, but
Katherine had been thorough and
Left
Me
Nothing, to remember him by.
Out of the corner of my eye a
Purple flag flapped outside the
Window,
Quietly warning us of the
Rapidly approaching
Storm that had
Threatened the lot of
Us.
Very slowly I
Worked my way to the window and
Xamined the sky outside,
Yawning for lack of
Zzzz's.
Copyright © Timothy Goetsch | Year Posted 2014
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Timothy Goetsch Poem
Dear god, where are you now?
My family is gone, killed by the pox.
My money is gone, taken by the bankers.
My purpose is gone, dead with my love.
My life is gone, smothered by sin.
Dear god, where are you now?
Everything was joyful.
Everything was true.
Everything was happy.
Everything was you.
Dear god, where are you now?
I am empty.
I am sad.
I am withered.
I am dead.
Dear god. Where are you now?
Dear child, where am I now?
Look to the trees, Vibrant and green.
Look to the waters, alive in how they gleam.
Look to the ground, solid in body.
Look to the wind, filled with soul.
Dear child, where am I now?
Beneath the bed where you rest.
Beside the child who you blessed.
Beyond the winter.
Before the summer.
Dear child, where am I now?
Your heart aches with your loss, I ache with you.
You pound the ground in desperation, my earth rumbles all over in pain.
You cry yourself to sleep at night, I shower the ground with my tears.
You ask me why, why, why, I cannot answer for you wouldn't understand.
Dear child, where are we now?
Copyright © Timothy Goetsch | Year Posted 2014
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