Untitled poem by Eric Bow (1968)


Come walk with me;

talk with me

of loneliness,

of dying,

the need for crying.

 

Believe

not to argue

or explain.

 

Can you relate,

communicate,

bring two brings into one?

 

I talk of things I shall never see,

kings unborn and the false me,

I open a door here and there,

Is it me that you see;

The me crying out my need?

I am lonely, I am sad.

The music that I play,

is it me;

can I be?

Am I …

a collage of false images and other people’s dreams?

 

I do not know what I want,

what I will be,

the Mongol khan,

the conqueror,

the meek,

the peacemaker.

Just me alone,

unable to communicate

relate

belong.

The empty void within,

crying to the empty void without.

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About thebows99krug

Hi, I am Eric, a retired librarian. I was born in St. Michael's Hospital, Toronto and raised in the downtown area north of the Art Gallery, south of the University of Toronto. I went to Orde Street Public School, Harbord C.I., University College at the UofT and the UofT's Faculty of Library and Information Science. I meet my wife Patricia at FLIS; our first date was on November 15, 1968. We were engaged February 14, 1969 and married on June 21, 1969. Our family includes son, James; daughter-in-law, Erin; (both writers), grand-daughters, Vivian and Eleanor; and Pooka, a small but fierce gray tabby. I would like to hear from any other class of '63 alumni of Harbord C.I. and class of '67 alumni of UofT's University College.
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