You looked like Jesus
except he probably
wasn’t a red-head.
'So strange,' you said
our first night together,
'I’m in love with you
and not in love with you.'
I was older,
married with kids.
You gave me
Leonard Cohen’s poems
and an album of Ry Cooder.
Encountered decades later,
you were cynical
and resigned.
The young man I remember
was worth all the lies
and the tears.
[Poem #27]
This began as a game some bloggers played in 2008, to write about people who'd made an impact, in the same number of words as one's age, every day for a year. I did them less often and went on longer, adding one word each birthday. I stopped in 2016 and incorporated them into my main poetry blog. In 2019 I resumed the project and gave it its own blog again, with a new name, where it may unfold at its own (slow, intermittent) pace. I've labelled these verse portraits, but they're more like quick sketches: mere glimpses, impressions....
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