Monday, February 25, 2008



The young man she loved always,
Who she believed loved her,
The young man for whom she waited,
Came back from the war
For the 37th time.
She heard a red-headed woman saying,
“He’s a good man.”

He didn’t want her to touch him.
He drank once from a clear bottle of beer,
Looked at her intently
And left the houseful of people
Where she lived alone.

She kept waiting for his return.
There was no 38th return
And between them appeared a rainbow.

The young woman he loved always,
Who he believed loved him,
The young woman for whom he waited.

("Evolution Of Forgiveness Dream," painted in gouache and watercolor on paper by Old Girl Of The North Country in January of 2000; "Talking 37th Dream With Rainbow," written by am on February 25, 2008 in pencil in a Ampad lined subject notebook with Wirelock binding)


Dale said...

Oh, Am, these are both beautiful.

Dawn said...

Aunt Am, thankyou for your painting and poem today. I love them both. And John's poem, what a treat to hear him read it. I am touched.

Loren said...

Reminds me very much of "Where Have All the Flowers Gone," am.

Anonymous said...

poem keeps its cards close in the best of ways--kjm

R.L. Bourges said...

would you allow me to use this for my daily post against the war (with a link to your blog and full acknowledgement, of course)?
I've worked in a daily post leading up to the blogswarm of March 19th against the war in Iraq and this fits perfectly in the approach I'm taking which is, basically, This is not about War. It's about Peace.

am said...

Lee -- You are welcome to use this. Thanks for asking. All I can do is do what I can do. I love the cityscape photo with light and shadows that accompanies your comments. Kind regards.

R.L. Bourges said...

thanks am. I'll use it for tomorrow's Iraq blogswarm reminder.

Lori Witzel said...

What Dale said.