August 25, 2013
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Heidelberg, along the River,
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heidelberg
. . . and a poem unrelated to the photo.
The Ramp
Neighbors who walk our street
notice that the ramp constructed
with the bend toward the driveway,
is gone after only three days.
New planks of pine
screwed in place to welcome you
never greet the wheels
that expected to transport you to familiarity,
to warmth, to man’s best friend
and to the peace of returning home.
Cars gathered around the ramp-less walkway
like bees at blossoms drinking in bits of nectar.
They want a taste of you that lasts.
In anguish most rend their mental cloth
at missing a clasp from your creased palm.
Each offspring promulgates unfinished issues
with your lingering spirit.
In life your skilled hands crafted love
into objects made from sawlogs.
Now in death you imprint endearment
in the hearts of those you leave behind.
Comments (8)
So sad a poem. I’m hoping that it is not drawn from a life experience.
i’m so sorry for your loss. well done poem.
Aw. What a sad, but beautiful tribute poem. I’m so sorry for your loss.
The houses in that photo are so cool.
HUGS
Ich hab’ mein Herz in Heidelberg verloren,
In einer lauen Sommernacht.
Ich war verliebt bis über beide Ohren
Und wie ein Röslein hat ihr Mund gelacht.
Und als wir Abschied nahmen vor den Toren
Beim letzten Kuß, da hab ich’s klar erkannt:
Daß ich mein Herz in Heidelberg verloren.
Mein Herz, es schlägt am Neckarstrand.
This ACTUALLY HAPPENED to me. Her name was Sylvia.
the photo and the poem are superb.
In case some can’t figure out how to translate…. and thanks for the comment/poem
I’ve lost my heart in Heidelberg,On a balmy summer night.I was head over heels in loveAnd laughed like a rose her mouth. (must be a bit different in German)And when we said goodbye at the gatesThe last kiss, because I’ve clearly recognized:I lost my heart in Heidelberg.My heart, it beats on Neckar beach.@we_deny_everything -
That’s a nice shot.