Poem by Jack Snow

[lazariuk]

I have a young friend who began writing to me a while ago and he is certainly very peculiar but I always am glad to hear from him. He doesn’t tell me much about himself but rather asks a lot of questions. We spoke on the phone a few times and from the sound of his voice he seems very young. I did have the hope that when I reached the age I am that the young would see me as a wise old man and there are many who do but he mostly refers to me as an old fool. It’s almost like he thinks he’s the elder. He seems bold but at the same time shy and insecure and I don’t think he has very well developed social skills from the kind of questions he asks.
Whenever I tell him things that I think he should know he doesn’t seem the slightest bit interested and doesn’t seem to even care that it is hurting my pride. He just ignores it and moves on.
It is like he is carefully searching through the memories of my life for what might be useful to him and sometimes talks to me about those memories in ways that make both of us understand them better.
Along with our letters and phone calls he sometimes sends me things he has written while by himself. They always astonish me and I marvel at them. One more time I tried telling him something about himself and I began telling him that he was a poet and that really made him laugh and he replied “ You old fool ! Only time can tell me that and you are not time. You are just a wave”
I do see some things in his writings that he must have learned about from me and sometimes find myself writing things that I am pretty sure I got from him. It’s very interesting for me.
Anyway I did get permission to display one of his pieces of writing and to give his name. I have no way to know if it is his real name or maybe he is using it to make fun of me and I have no intentions of trying to track him to learn more about him outside of what he is willing to share. So without further ado here it is

“
They told me loudly
over and over again
that the further away
he moved out
on the limb
the harder he
would be to reach.
My heart didn’t believe
that for a single second
because I could see the sun
at night I could see the moon
and both of them agreed
that it would only serve
to tighten the wire
that kept us safe
and so firmly bound.
So go out my friend go out
until the wire is as tight
as it can possibly be
so that even in the dark
we will feel each other’s
motion to fly free
I’ll go out too away from you
until the wire gets so thin
that it will seem to disappear
and those warning caution
from the ground below
will gaze in wonder
to see the impossible
happen before their eyes.
Look they let go of the wire
and are moving on their own
like somehow it’s still there
they will say in astonishment.
We will move along the wire
until we are close together.
Let’s give them something
to really marvel at, I will say
See that worm dangling on a hook
It’s early in the morning so
let’s embrace our reputation
and set him free.
From tired, worn out eyes from below
It will probably look like murder
And we will both be laughing
because we both know what I mean.
“
................. Jack Snow 2019

He hasn’t told me if he also writes to others. When I asked him he just replied “ What business is that of yours?” Maybe someone reading this will let me know if it sounds familiar.

[solongleonard]

I have a lot of trouble with your sign off. I know youngsters like you,(in your teens still, or early 20's I guess) and you write the grammatical abominations

Everything being said to you is true; Imagine what it is true of


Surely meant you

Everything being said to you is true; Imagine of what it is true.

[lazariuk]

Thank you. You are right. I will change it.
You know that I am not in my teens or early twenties from the clearly stated information that I have been posting since 2005. How long do you think lies will serve you? Or maybe you know something I don’t. It’s been known to happen.

[solongleonard]

Let us not talk of lies
they fly around us like flies
thin or wider
like a naked spider
in their world wide Web
sisters
of mercy
mercy me
things aren't what thy used to be


Bob (your favourite PAL indrome)