Wayzata, Minnesota

Sunday, March 29, 2015

Old Bank Street- The Mag

"So I find words I never thought to speak
In streets I never thought I should revisit
When I left my body on a distant shore."
T.S. Eliot

Old Bank Street, Manchester UK by R.A.D. Stainforth

For My Darling

We walk these rainy streets
arm in arm
like we've done 
so many times before.

A ritual ever spawning
until it isn't.
The task of farewells
on the wake of rushing
in, like swimming
in cold water in winter
haunting us like never before.

Our thoughts
become a lantern in our darkness
as if to tame our steps
over these cobblestone streets
under midnight stars
and a waning
moon, the city sleeps
like all the nights before.

We carry our burdens 
arm in arm
until daylight breaks
and our separation 
becomes a return of darkness
as if to frame our steps
in a concrete mass
of familiar thoughts,
this is not
I'll be waiting
for you-
on that distant shore.


TexWisGirl said...

'until it isn't.' sorrow and pain, hopefully temporary.

Jerry E Beuterbaugh said...

That was really good. By the way, I should be back in the normal swing of things this coming Wednesday.

Cloudia said...

Quite an excellent poem. Beyond the hobbyist realm, I'd say!

ALOHA from Honolulu

Forest Pirate said...

Ah I like the impending darkness here, Hate having the captcha

Kutamun said...

Seems like they can never be apart ...

Author R. Mac Wheeler said...



Jeanie said...

What a beautiful poem, filled with romance and deep true love.

Michael said...

I declare you the winner of this week. Though my declaration may not be worth much, I STILL DECLARE IT.

Berowne said...

Both refreshing and satisfying; well done.

Anonymous said...

arm in arm...that´s the word !

Tess Kincaid said...

Bittersweet and beautiful...

Helena said...

Lovely poem - glad it's not the end!