Return

Poem: Return

I’m back

I thought they’d be there just like they were, and waiting

Life has been by and is being lived

The heartbeat of hope lives on

 

Review: Return

An intriguing little poem.

Who are the ‘they’ and why should ‘they’ have been waiting?

It’s sad but at the same time I want to laugh. Who on earth is going to exhibit such extraordinary levels of patience and wait for the return of this poet? The poet must have been away for a long time, not been in touch and is forgotten. If one is waiting for something in life, surely life itself does not halt. It has to, by the very nature of it move along. That’s Life!

For just how long had they been away? How foolish is it for the poet to think that everything would remain the same upon returning to the same place?

Children are not children anymore.Grown ups are fully grown and visibly grey with or without the ‘laughter lines’ Some even, in their 50’s and 60’s see themselves as being ‘middle aged’ Do they know something new that I don’t when it comes to mathematical equations, beauty cremes, lotions, potions or any other longevity lifestyle enhancing device? Oh how I laugh, fully this time!

Anyone equally as foolish as the poet left waiting would potentially be putting themselves ‘on hold’ and sacrificing their own development and enjoyment in life only for this one poet to be ready with having their own life in order? Outrageous!

To do that wouldn’t even be an extreme form of politeness but an absurdity!

Patience like this would not be a virtue but a punishment. It’s not a carrot and stick situation, just a heavy bashing from the stick where the carrot would be inspired to behave stick-like too, ouch! (modern times eh? A carrot crisis? This is what could happen)

Those who the poet thought may have been waiting, have moved on. The poet has been forgotten. Ok, I’m back to feeling sad again.

I love the line ‘heartbeat of hope’ but is that the poets own hope? Or is it the poet seeing hope lived in the lives of others and is inspired by that? I think it is both. It sounds more to me that the poet has more of a fathomless faith, faith in the future.

Is having faith in hope better than having none of either?

An important lesson on living life has been learned.

I can imagine many poems on how life is lived could stem from this one small poem.

I hope the poet settles, goes again and returns with more.