PICKET FENCE (poem) by Bill Grimes Jr. on AuthorsDen

PICKET FENCE
by Bill Grimes Jr. → (All Poetry by Bill Grimes Jr.)
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We married.......The envy of all things copasetic........

PICKET FENCE Once I had a beautiful union Monogamous Suburban Still not exactly sure If true love prevailed Lustful infatuation most likely Comforting thumb to suck perhaps Fetal security blanket In the legal arena of matrimony I do recall quite vividly An overwhelming rush of passion As she asked me to zip her dress Her sweet scent Exotic Ambrosial stimulation Her soft and warm proximity Excites me to this day We married The envy of all things copasetic Counterfeit American dream Me A rising star back then In the maw of a black hole Corporate alter boy Lighting career candles Burning at both ends She So radiantly stunning Sensitive housewife Lovely nurturing mom I never slowed down to cherish The precious gift Her by my side Happy ever after Destroyed By my dirty addiction secret The picket fence Now in shambles Her memory haunts me night and day Such a harsh lesson learned At times I long to simply sleep Catatonic Deep unconsciousness Alas Life goes on Despite my many flaws Should you see her Please tell her I�m sorry I miss her terribly � Bill Grimes Jr. 2006

Reviewed by SHERRY HEIM

Reviewed on February 11, 2007

Sometimes we drive away the one person who brings light into our world and once they are gone, we find that we must now become our own beacon. Though the pain of loss is far greater when tinted with the shame of our errors, in learning to understand that we are responsible for our own life and actions and that no one else, no matter how much they love us, can do that for us, we find the ability to become that person we always wanted to be. Alas, the awakening came too late for you and your wife, but perhaps with your mended ways and your new-found insight, you will find another who will walk by your side through the rest of your days. Beautiful and revealing poem, Bill, very well presented.

Take care,

Sherry

Reviewed by Joyce Bowling

Wow! such a moving write my friend...even though she may be gone, you've got your sobriety and faith, press on my friend...I am a true believer that there is someone for everyone, when the time is right...you will wonder "Where've you been all my life!" Until then keep speaking, writing and telling your story of triumph over the terrible addiction of alcohol. Many, many people need to hear this...spread the word any way you can! I have a friend whom suffers from alcohol, and has denied his addiction for many years...he is still good at covering up, working by day, drinking by night and weekends...many of his family and friends including myself have tried to speak to him, but he refuses to hear us. Maybe I will send him your link and let him read your bio, it is very powerful indeed. Write on my friend, you've got much to tell the world! Glad you stopped by my den and equally as glad that I stopped by yours.
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling