Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

i cannot let go of my brother's hand,
sooner would i lie to myself than shed those tears
that fall like betrayal upon his memory
my grief, i carry proudly
as if a coat of arms
with honor, stoic as he was and always will be
like ajax, he would shield me
and like teucer, I would protect him, brothers
inseparable, in my mind and heart
sometimes i think of him,
underneath
who he might be talking to, conversing
with the heroes, the argives and achaens
the greeks who fought at troy, he would draw
in our childhood, the spears and chariots,
the shields emblazoned, musculature defined
helmets crested... i would sit by his side
and admire his talent, his gifts
i will never forget his intelligence,
his beauty of face and form,
how perfect he seemed to me
how I wanted to emulate - to be like him,
to stand by his side, to fight his detractors
to defend him when no one would,
right or wrong - i did not care!
i am older than he is now
and in all the domino seconds that lead
from then to tomorrow, i try to reconcile
to resign myself to the ways of the world
and the world of the flesh,
the limited engagement - the installment plan
sometimes, i think of him and he visits in my dreams,
i carry him upon my shoulders, and he travels
within my heart - never to die, until i do

When I think about him I think I must be from another species, a lesser one.
Thank you for the poem.

thanks jack. my brother byron was a nice guy - i miss him a lot.

crazy mike would say
it was an "economy of effort"
I was thinking of both,
I used to pray I would die before my brothers
in old age I hate to think about how soon any of my siblings could go, but I sometimes contemplate out living them and I start to feel so dam guilty about even thinking such thoughts —I try to not think about their death so I dwell on my own.

i am sorry for your loss
i have never known a poet who was not a nice guy

inconditional heart´s topology ... enjoyed it, gracias!!!!!

Fine poem & theme & tribute

Thx Dino