"A Player with a Hermit" by Moritz von Schwind‘Note Written Between Two Lives’ by C.M. Rivers The Society January 28, 2021 Beauty, Poetry 10 Comments . Everything is gone, gone. ____No one’s ever stayed: the family and the friends I loved, ____the bread my mother made. Nothing’s ever gone the way ____I thought that it would go- springtime brought me sickness ____and the summer gave me woe. The pain I thought would surely heal ____has never left my side; how much more we all endure ____than we imagine we’ll abide. But when this morning I awoke ____with heavy head quite late, the load I’ve borne a hundred years ____was lessened in its weight. For up the road came Death herself, ____and bequeathed to me a smile. She bade me lay my burden down ____and took me for a while. . . C.M. Rivers’ poems have appeared in Badlands, Spoon River, The Wayfarer, Soundings, and elsewhere in print and online. Nominated once for the Pushcart Prize, you can read more of his writing at cmrivers.com. A native of the Pacific Northwest, he currently lives in California. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 10 Responses James Sale January 28, 2021 A very powerful poem; I enjoyed this very much; it has an assured mastery of syntax, as well as being highly imaginative. Well done. Reply Joe Tessitore January 28, 2021 As did I. Very well-done. Reply C.B. Anderson January 29, 2021 This comment, Joe, if made about a steak, would render it inedible. Terry L. Norton January 28, 2021 A masterful rendering of what is common (or will be) to all of us. Very well expressed. Reply Gail Root January 28, 2021 Sound reckoning. Reply Norma January 28, 2021 The poem expressed sadness but is only the dark side speaking. You know everyone has felt the heavy weight and struggle. As John Clare wrote in “I am!” Reply benjamen grinberg January 28, 2021 i’m always impressed by synchronicity. this morning i wrote this poem. it’s basic and doesn’t qualify to the standards herein, it isn’t even exactly about the same theme but it is the heavier, sadder side of life. realism. i thought i would post it. The Facts I’ve been cheated out of my life all my life i can’t take it anymore i’ll admit i am no saint bitter is the bitter truth i’d prefer to live a lie but i’m tired of hating life i’ll resign to what’ve been proved i can’t rise past circumstance i am trapped in my own head maybe this admittance will give me strength to look ahead i’d have been more virtuous to admit this early on instead of pretending and waiting my youth on illusions is there any redemption in this clarity now come will my regrets be assuaged can my life reach God’s kingdom? For this is the only question But it’s tackled by the facts No I cannot be a saint I can’t even be normal. And this is another judgement Something they say to avoid So that I won’t be jealous of Those who seem to be just right Reply Cynthia Erlandson January 29, 2021 This is very moving, C.M. Reply David Watt January 30, 2021 I really enjoyed your powerful poem. Death and loss have been expressed beautifully. Reply Rolland B. Heiss February 1, 2021 Man, I really like this poem. I’ve read it out loud several times already and the only reason it was read aloud happens to be that I didn’t want it to bypass my ears. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.