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The Silent Walk

Updated on April 15, 2015

Indulge in the poetry of a modern Master

I wave good-bye, and all that had transpired over the week before was brushed away. I say one final farewell, and the world before me changes, a drastic turn. Is it from cocoon to pastel wings, or glistening diamond to carbon dust? Views and reasons, steps and seasons seem to melt away as winter, love and life bid adieu. What causes necessity to breed separation? They seem an incompatible pair to this heart.

I stand to see my life away, to kiss my Mother and Grandmother good-bye. Hugs so tight to imprint the memory of our love within my fiber. The dampened eyes of togetherness torn apart by fate, turn away. They walk toward the airplane, and turn to enter the tunnel leading to the vessel of their future and my past. I cannot help but chase the shadows fleeing in between the bodies of the rest of the world. I peek over heads for one last glimpse. I see some grey hair, some blonde, a patch of clothing, then gone. Not much to hold onto through the lonely days and nights that are my life.

The corners of my eyes fill to overflowing as I walk the long, silent walk back to my car. The tumult of other lives happening around me fades into the periphery, as I see only the marble tiles before me. The concrete only listens, as I slowly drag my melancholy soul through the parking lot. A slouch into the usually comfortable Honda seat brings more pain - the surrounding space vacant of any sense whatever. No laughter, no smiles, no tears but my own, no love.

The over-clouded mountains rise on the horizon, somehow smaller today. Their faded majesty still dwarfs the city at their feet. My city. Our city. I know no one in it anymore. I look above and see the sorrowful vapor trails of jets both bringing together and tearing apart. Today, I am one of the rendered, spilling my essence in a doleful wake. What good is the city when it only provides diversion until the day the jet comes my way again?

Why must families separate? Is this common only today, or has it always been? Children go off to school, brothers and sisters strike out on their own, parents die, or remarry and move away - too far for minimal currency to pave the way between. The question is, where does true happiness lie? It seems not in where we live, but with whom we love. The search for strength, independence, an individual identity lead to this wretched parting. And in the end, after we have traveled far and sweat greatly moving monumental blocks of struggle, we find ourselves home again, knowing now who we are and what we truly desire.

As we forget from where we came when leaving the womb of the universe, we spend our lives trying to remind ourselves. And as we leave each other into adulthood, believing that we cannot grow together, our memories fade of the strength of each other's arms. This begs another question. Do we gain more strength by individual struggle toward those goals placed before us by culture and society? Or by working, playing and loving together, a goal not man-made, but deep within a soul that yearns to find its way home?


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      Demas W Jasper 2 years ago from Today's America and The World Beyond

      Your poem "The Towne Square" is just plain Awesome!

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      Demas W Jasper 2 years ago from Today's America and The World Beyond

      Dear Terri, It's time for some more thughtful expressions from you. D.

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      Demas W Jasper 3 years ago from Today's America and The World Beyond

      An added thought: Is Emma still keeping you company? If so, the partial proof of my answer can be found in contemplating the service, friendship, and love you give to her, and the happiness you find in doing so.

      Now just keep sharing, serving, befriending, and loving.

      It's so simple as that, and may even seem too simple until you give it your best shot expecting nothing, but welcoming what I am certain will come in return.

      How did you go about choosing the publisher for your book?

      I have decided to create my own publishing firm here in Utah for the 12 or so books I have ready for publication, the first of the 12 being a book of poetry which is the way your publishing began.

      If you care to, you can reach me on facebook and also by email and we can compare notes on getting our works published, poetry, and the struggles we all have in life and living.

      I consider that while there are some basic differences between men and women, there is no inequality built in by their Creator. We are not all equal in all respects, some being outstanding in a specific aspect while others will be outstanding in a different aspect, as you well know from your personal experiences.

      In a talk he gave to college students, Marvin J. Ashton said we will be happiest when we "Give God the joy of loving you at your best." That's worth the price of college admission right therein.

      Keep up your courage and experiment on my answer to your question.

      Demas Jasper

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      Demas W Jasper 3 years ago from Today's America and The World Beyond

      Question: "The question is, where does true happiness lie?

      Answer: Happiness is most easily found in the joys that come from service, friendship, and love given to others.

      In this particular case, you gave me happiness by commenting on my most recent thoughts, and now I find happiness in commenting on these (your) thoughts of two days ago, which otherwise had slipped by unintentionally unnoticed.

      You are such a delightful, sincere, and thoughtful person. You have so much to offer. Offer yourself in service, friendship, and love; true happiness will be found in doing so.