Charles Chaim Wax

Years Ago

had a friend
good friend
for more than a decade
we talked of poetry
and how the love of a woman
cured the soul of many ills
though not all
as death still lurked
beyond even
the most passionate kiss
then I went Buddhist
told him of my discovery
and the peace of the man’s words
said I sounded
like one of those Sunday morning
Tele-evangelists
that all I needed
to be the same was
more grease in my hair
and a tie.
Told him I was on the path
now
but didn’t need others
to join
if they didn’t want to
he laughed
finally telling me
to stop the bullshit
that I was just
a failed Talmudic student
on a jaunt through Eastern fantasy.
Two years I listened
every so often
confessing my heart
until I ended his chatter
with distance
sad
that he never saw me.

Poem Submitted: Monday, December 12, 2005

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  • Kelly KurtKelly Kurt (4/2/2015 2:37:00 PM)

    A touching poem, Charles. Thanks for sharing

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  • Rufina Moor (3/18/2006 12:07:00 PM)

    something we can relate to.
    very well written.

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  • Joseph Daly (12/12/2005 8:18:00 PM)

    Moving indictment on how our world view can rip our inner world apart. The last view lines beg the question 'but who was right? ' I think that to leave things hanging in the air can be a good thing. It sort of treats the reader as a jury member.

    Great work Charles.

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  • Liz Munro (12/12/2005 7:32:00 PM)

    Sometimes you do have to 'cut' these sort of
    people/friends/family out of your life.
    10/10.
    Liz.

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