Walk with Me

Barry S. Savits M.D.

Description

Intergenerrational Poetry and Poetic Prose

Enticed, I walked along the white sand beach
joining, by consent, a stranger
who was going my way,
as daylight slowly crept into light
and tangled my bare feet
with the sharp sherds of sand and frothy wavelets
which cooled my toes
and carried me away into another world.

Barry Savits appreciates the gifts life has afforded him, and enjoys reflecting on his varied life experiences and perspectives on the world around him.
In a collection of poetry and prose, Savits explores diverse themes that include social justice, the emotions and the possibilities often encountered along life’s path, and the lessons learned as we all attempt to overcome obstacles and challenges and love unconditionally. His vivid writings reflect on an introspective walk on the beach, a kiss tinged with mystery, an alley that lures late-night revelers, a look back at fatherhood, the crumbling of a wall against love and permanent involvement, and a baffled mind. Throughout his collection, Savits encourages others to enjoy the word play, appreciate the Eden in which we dwell, and welcome a world that promises goodwill and harmony.
Walk with Me shares poems and prose that explore one man’s life experiences as he embraces life’s gifts, challenges, joys, and obstacles.

Sujets

• Poetry
• Prose

Informations

• Publié par: Archway Publishing
• Date de parution: 28 novembre 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781665731935
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 2 Mo

Extrait

WALK with ME
 
 
 
INTERGENERATIONAL POETRY
 
 
 
 
 
 
BARRY S. SAVITS M.D.
 
 
 
 

 
Copyright © 2022 Barry S. Savits M.D.
 
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ISBN: 978-1-6657-3195-9 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-6657-3194-2 (hc)
ISBN: 978-1-6657-3193-5 (e)
 
Library of Congress Control Number: 2022919749
 
 
Archway Publishing rev. date: 11/23/2022
Contents
A Walk
A List
All I Have to Give
Ain’t That …
Advice
A Friend
Apple
Aging
A Letter
Alphabet
A Riot Within
A Kiss
At Home
A Love Story
A Letter to God
An Answer From God
Afraid
A Cactus in Alaska
A letter Ne’er Written
All in Pennsylvania
Bonnet/ Hose
Before
Brain Change
Bedtime
Bones
Beauty And The Beasts
Brother … Brother
Beyond My Windows
Cossacks
Curious
Chronology
Children
Celebrate
Chaos
Communicate
Choosing
Cold/ Warm
Connecting Metaphors
Collections
Cholent
Designated Sponge
Dim Sum
Dear One
Doodles
Dreams
Dice
Dumb Dumb
Dark
Drawers
December 1955
Darkness
Dare We Talk
Dancing
Exploring Hope
Eve
End Game
Embrace
Empty Nests
Everyday
Endings
Examining War
Fire
Foreskin
Fond Memories
Fences
Forgive, Not Forget
Finding Out
Filter
Fatherhood
Figuring Out God
Future
Friends
Gone
Godspeak
Green
Georgia
Gates
Haven
Holiday Market
Hold My Hand
Helen’s Happy Birthday
House, Home, Family
Home
How To Tell The Future
Heart
Honky Tonk Alley
Hovering
Hovering 2
Help
Heat
I Love All Things
If I Thought
Inside/ Outside
I Love You
I Thought
Instructions
Ice cream Man
I Have To Ask
Irma La Douce
Imagination
Inaugural Celebration
Jerusalem: Sisters of the Wall
Jungle
Knowing
Khyber Pass
Love Lost
Living Room
Library
Late Night
Maria Teresa
Mad Mind
Memories
Mothers
Moment
Modern Wedding
Mr. Payne
Music
Meteor Man
My Last Son
Noises
Nose Job
No Matter What
Now-a-Days
Now
Non-fungible Tokens
New York City
Not Spoken- Not Forgotten
The Night of Darkness
Old Age?
Once
One
Olympus Lost
Oysters
Pheromones
Poetry
Portrait of David
Peddler
Pictures
Poetry2
Poetry 3
Perhaps
Plotting an Agenda
Parade of Faith
Period{s}.
Past Passions
Perfection
Peru 1966
Proteins
Partisanism
Portrait Of George B
Roots
Resolutions
Resolutions In 2021
Rubble
Restless
ROYGBIV
Rejoice!
She Says Yes
Stephan
So Many
Suddenly
Silences
September 10
Saving The World
Subway
Scorched Earth
Short Themes
Say Gay
Songs of Yesterday
Shoes
She
Smarts
Six Hours
The Dark Hours
The Sea
Trust
The Tablecloth
The Cottage
Throne
Thinking Love
2021
The Open Hand
Tomorrow’s Promise
Thinking
Talking to God
Today and Yesterday
Tomorrow
Tik-Tok Shorts
Tuna
The Baffled Mind
Tomorrow 2
Two Faced
To My Mother
The Trainee
The Ten Commandments
Three Surprises
Umbilical Cords
Understanding Love
Voting
Versions of Sin
Vacation
Women
What’s Next
War
WritingZzzzzzzz
Winter Babies: Spring Flowers
Walking
Words
Words 2
What Is Going To Happen?
Waiting In the Dark
What I Would Do
What Did I Do
What If
Why
Witness
What Happened Next
Warm Tears
Why I Write
You
You … And the Rain
Yom Kippur

A Walk
The sea was edgy last night.
I heard its roaring voices,
both soprano and bassetto
from my windows.
It washed ashore
some of its flotsam and jetsam,
an act of sharing from its accumulated bounty,
tidbits of what lay deep within its provenance.
Enticed, I walked along the white sand beach
joining, by consent, a stranger
who was going my way,
as daylight slowly crept into light
and tangled my bare feet
with the sharp sherds of sand and frothy wavelets
which cooled my toes
and carried me away into another world.
I had become an explorer,
an archaeologist,
ferreting out the treasures
on the winding shoreline
which happenstance {or preordination}
placed before me
as a gift to eyes that see and ears that hear
and a mind to scramble both into
an omelet of ideas and emotions.
I saw a sodden teddy bear
half - buried in the sand.
lost from some child’s playpen
and carried away by the ocean currents,
perhaps to share
with others more in need than they
or to grant an unknown child the solace of
animal comfort.
Just beyond me, I spied an empty purse
which could have contained a litany of life’s
necessities
and other offerings, just for she who lost it.
It was carried away by raising tides
as she lay in the throes of passion with her
lover
upon a soft and gritty cushion,
temporarily shutting out the world
and other interrupting thoughts
to just be,
be open,
open ended,
never ending,
celebrating the pleasures of the flesh.
Where is she now?
Still searching on empty beaches
for redemption or for joy?
I saw broken bottles
floating around me in the frothy foam,
refugees from some drunken rowdy night
on the other side of the world.
Whose lips touched the rims of that which
remains-
so long ago, so long ago?
The Conch shell beside me
was more of a gift from nature-
A hint to the Out of Water World
that much more remains hidden beneath
the salty brine and waves of fury.
Just as it is in life,
I turned and addressed my companion.
“Move along with me, my partner.
Hear my story.
I have one, you know.
Then I’ll listen with bended ear
to your tale
so that we might walk together among the dunes of time.
Let us learn from each other.”
A List
I made a list
of what I will embrace with joy
and cries of welcome.
This includes women, men, and rainbows
in addition to other more intangible touchables,
and even ephemeral end points.
Hello city!
Hello world!
Let me touch your hardened carcass
so I may feel the soft beat of your heart
and the kindly human feelings and frailties
that lay within your seeming bony carapace.
There came a time when i was still young
that I opened up the airways and breathed the tomorrows.
I gulped, then, as I grasped the passions, the learnings, the freedoms.
afforded within my world.
Before this epiphany
I had given no thought to my good fortune.
accepting the comings and goings
as entitlement.
Now, to prevent an overload,
I can but sip their essences.
Yet, that can be enough.
I am home again.
There, I hope that you will be waiting for me..
All I Have to Give
All I have to give
is what you see before you,
standing tall,
waiting for your response and acceptance.
My contributions to your lifetime
may seem small to you
but they will be as roaring thunder in my ears.
I can offer you loyalty-
to care for you always-
as you ride the waves
we might share together.
I will teach you how to swim,
even on dry land,
and hold your hand
at headache time
or in moments of grief and despair.
I can gift you partnership
in dreams of green pastures
and sunny Sundays
and children curled around us
as we celebrate our nights together.
I hope that what I can offer
is enough.
It is more than any stranger can promise you,
no matter what they claim to offer.
Choose wisely my love.
Choose me.
Choose a parade of happenings
we can enjoy together.
We can shine with a brighter light
if we are wrapped as ONE.
Ain’t That …
Thought the day would never end.
It did, bare footed,
music with its penetrating pulsations
rising up from lakeside, down below
skies blue
who would ever think
there would be so many worlds
like when we were young and beautiful
now our beauty takes a different channel
I love you plain and honest
no makeup-natural
cry at will-or smile
I remember both
you wo