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The Necklace
 
Sometimes it gets hard behind the wheel,
In my life, thinking of all it's brought.
So many deeds and misdeeds wrought.
All the history right here, on I-35.
 
I remember one December morning,
The final day of a meaningful year.
I awoke in the middle of the night,
Knowing the day would include my love.
 
Showered to wash my doubt away,
Shaved to face challenge coming my way.
The wait over now as my excitement grew,
Silently, I escaped to the clear country air.
 
Just so it was that even before the sun rose,
Somehow I knew it would be a pivotal day.
Unique and unlike any before,
As I placed behind all other cares.
 
So now, after all this time,
I distinctly remember how she smiled,
At you, humble necklace,
Inside that little Indian shop.
 
It's possible you were the very first thing,
To catch her eye that shopping day.
Easy to recall just how and where she stood,
And with you how she delicately played.
 
How, after considering you for a while,
She carefully laid you back in your place.
Asked delicately if she wanted to keep you,
She politely said she'd rather look some more.
 
Yet here you are in my opened hand,
Something that she clearly liked, but not enough.
Set carefully back up on the shelf,
In case something better was found.
 
Delicate, subtle features there,
Colors reminding me of her hair,
Still gleaming and cheerful,
Would just have to be so beautiful against her skin.
 
My only relic from that exceptional day,
At the end of a bygone year.
Timeless, pleasant, yet furiously sad, 
A refugee, a survivor in the wrong hands...
 
All that's left of that wonderful day,
Which from the moment I awoke,
I knew would never come again.
One I wished would never come to an end.
 
Into your box, out of sight with the memories,
Gone from my touch, every night.
Away from my longing and unhealing looks,
I must commend you to her now.
 
It's not as I intended, of course.
I should have been right there,
Closing the delicate reunion clasp,
Watching as you touch her precious skin.
 
After a salty tear or two, or a dozen, abates,
I'm greeted by visions of her beautiful face.
The thrill of her hand on the Riverwalk that day,
The pleasure of looking straight into her eyes.
 
My heart, as large as the full Texas moon,
Knows it's unwise to wonder why.
Wrong to shed tears over fallen mesquite,
And other follies that tease the passing sky.
 
Through dozens of years ahead,
I know I'll alway wonder but never ask,
If the love within you ever touched her,
Or if she ever wore you at all.
 
So, I send you now into her hands,
Something that she once clearly desired.
Unusual, strangely attractive, just like me,
Gingerly put back on the shelf.
 
So much time, so many moons.
Dry, hot, unhospitable this country seems.
Much more driving along this old road,
Is in store, no doubt, for me.
 
Author's Notes:
Written 6/14/06, condensed from "Tales on the I-35".
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Comments:
Comment By: FreeM J W Hayes on August 10, 2009 07:31:38 AM Report
Loved the movement of words and the "you" of the necklace and the "you" of the speaker being able to swap identities. Melancholia with resignation..Nice one.

Van der Pieterman

Comment By: FreeGlata on September 26, 2006 07:57:14 AM Report

I remember this one...and it still makes me feel so melancholy inside...and one that I can relate to so strongly!


Beautiful work, Rich...Hugs!


Glata


Comment By: FreeBarbara Demasson on September 7, 2006 02:11:10 AM Report
The parallel between her affections for the necklace and yourself and her passing up the necklace, as she did you made this a very bittersweet poem. 

This poem was a fine way of bringing forth the admiration and longing you still feel for her. The mystery of whether or not she appreciated or wore the necklace made for a very good ending here and added to the saddness of this unrequited love.

There are many special passages in this poem, "Closing the delicate reunion clasp"...this is one of them...lovely!

"I'm greeted visions of her beautiful face." does this sentence need a "with"?

 

I have a poem by the same name but an entirely different theme. I was drawn to this poem for that reason, I wanted to compare our thoughts. Great minds and all that eh! *smiles*

 

This poem tugged at my heart and some loves will do that to a person too...as this poem reveals so beautifully.

 

~Barbara~  

Comment By: FreeThe Bag Lady on August 12, 2006 01:42:31 PM Report
Rich.......
You have brought us along a poignant path of your past....And, the vividness of the image of the necklace is rivaled only by your emotions that drift through the lines.....An excellent look at the past along I-35....
Good reading, Sir...
Just me, Margaret....

Comment By: PremiumMary Lou Allen on August 5, 2006 04:27:45 AM Report
Rich, this is very good.  Indian jewelry does have a certain magic--sort of like memories.  A well told story.  ML
Comment By: FreeThe Mystic Poet on August 3, 2006 08:03:12 PM Report
I don't know what to say. That doesnt happen often. I like this!
Comment By: FreeGlata on July 31, 2006 01:12:52 PM Report
What an awesome story told with this poem, Rich...Absolutely wonderful...You held my attention from the first line to the last...making me wonder...Did she ever wear the necklace?

Captivating piece...

Hugs!

Glata

Comment By: PremiumAnn on July 30, 2006 06:45:00 PM Report
Telling a tale from the past with just enough image to remind is so very effective. Nice work...:)


Comment By: FreeShe Whispers on July 30, 2006 08:27:29 AM Report
Rich,
This poem just gave me chill bumps as I read it ..such a picture of words that tremble in my heart.. The way you make me feel when I read about this lovely lady is is the love of your life.. We have so many memories  that trickle in our  hearts.. this love we just don't want to give up.....))) .My heart crys on this painted picture of that day,,, that  you will always cherish.... I'm sure she still loves you to... Texas sends her hugs and love..~ Scarlett





 


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