This time when he proposed, the answer was no.
No courthouse wedding and
honeymoon in Mexico;
no house in the suburbs,
no little girl with dark, curly hair.
And so, my homeless soul hovered
elsewhere
and waited to be wanted.
19 responses to “1959”
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This sounds like one of those things that never happened… life is so full of those moments that could have been
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This poem appears so simple, but it has great complexity hovering around it. Full of loss.
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Oh gosh, I’m feeling like I just flashed back into my own 20’s. Really perfect stuff, ma’am.
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Susan, I like the graphic you chose to represent the beautiful soul waiting <3
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Yes, fractal art is wonderful; often I use fractal or abstract images to illustrate my poems. Saying no is a special kind of courage. In your case, it seems, no meant no.
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The mercurial nature of reality and the possible infinite parallel universes… Your poem is wistful looking at a life that will never be born but in your mind. I think of a time my then-partner proposed at a rainbow gathering in New Mexico, and the sad history of us left there in that meadow when I realized it would never be.
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How very sad about the rainbow gathering. Thank you for sharing your insights. Interesting!
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Ergo, the Ogre 
Tell it like it is