Jul 26, 2010 - Chicken Scratchin's, Poems    No Comments

Forgotten: The Past

Forgotten: The Past

In a moment, forgotten were
words of yesteryear –
that long ago bitter parting.

Silver hair gleamed o’er
the sunlight of his smile
and she rushed into his arms.

Ah, sweet surrender
as she felt the strength
of his grasp and warmth.

Over seventy, both of them,
yet the youth was there
as they basked in being.

He was glowing as he
realized God had healed
his ineptness of manhood.

They floated into his place
wrapped in the sun of his
existence and longing.

No memory of why they
parted –just aching to be
together and cling.

As though the divorce had
never taken place and the
marriage was intact –

Afterglow filled the rooms
and they knew it would be
once again the love known.
– Lois Fowler Barrett

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Take Your Time

TAKE YOUR TIME

A soft southern drawl invading my mind
As floods of confusion drown surprise
In the wine of his voice and I find
Myself thinking about smiling eyes.

“You don’t even know him,” my Logic cries
Out, to cover the excitement and danger
As he says my name and tries
To think what to say to a stranger.

“You’ve been alone too long!” shouts Reason
To my trembling hand holding the phone.
“Then be careful this dreary season,
You’re not using him—you are just alone.”

“Friendships grow over boundaries and age.
They do not happen with quickened interest,”
Again cries Logic, that depressing Sage.
“Hold your feelings in secret—that way’s best.”

I weary of Reason, Logic and Sense now;
I tire of waiting for life “around the bend.”
I reach and hold a hand to my brow
For the dream he offers as a friend.

–Lois Fowler Barrett    1990

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Charles

CHARLES
He was older
And kinder
And gentle –

Sweet to me
Over others:
Sentimental.

I noticed him
From the start
And soon

His very presence
Was important,
And by noon

If he hadn’t
Dropped by
To see me
I would wax
Empty, alone
And be
Anxious, alone,

He was so good,
So gentle,
And so kind.

—Lois Fowler Barrett 1979