boarding pass

If I ever come to your mind in a European village, 

Don't you dare water the city's soil with your tears, 

Where I am, your pain cannot belong, 

The final decree of a contract I once signed.

I got a visa to your homeland, 

Not just so my scent could blow to your home on the wind.

To visit a old love's grave, 

To find a last letter hidden under a stone, 

And I'll have tea with someone else at a bakery 

I marked on my map months ago, 

I'll write poems in your city,

To other men.

Did you confuse your tears with the rain in your country, 

A breakdown with a storm, 

I knew about the bad weather, 

I didn't think I'd be abandoned at the airport 

   with the treasure in my bare hands.

I couldn't take that treasure back to my country,

I couldn't leave it to you before you left,

now I'm waiting at the gate without my boarding poem.

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

There is so much depth to this poem and so many different angles... definitely some angst in your powerful words...and I can relate because I travel to different lands as well... and am always hunting for my boarding pass... and yes I am with you on finding someone else to dine with and spend time with ( if you ever get there)....and honor the contract! Beautifully written Beren....
Warmly, B

[Beren]

Aww... What nice words. Thank you really much for taking time to read and commenting to support me with your beautiful words. Hope all is well!

[Betty Hermelee]

Hi Beren
It is my pleasure to read your beautiful poems
All is well here....
Warmly, B

[Thomas W Case]

Tremendous work. Powerful and poignant.

[Beren]

Thank you so much sir! Hope all is well!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

What wonderful metaphor...and having just traveled by air...boarding passes, flying into the past as I did, I surely saw this so clearly in my own relating to it.
Hope the speaker enjoys the tea with someone else.
This poem is a treasure your readers can take anywhere.
j.

[Beren]

:') Your comment made me like this. Thank you so much. Your words are matter to me more than you know. Take care!

[Emunah June.]

We become visitors in the lives of others, so I am thrilled you likened it to visiting the homeland of other people. We are each our own inner universe, and for that, I love the way you encapsulated it. We are but wanderers, and some of us, dont deserve any of our travels. Beautiful, bright, and full of imagery that keeps the feeling alive.

[Beren]

This is a brilliant review... Really. Thank you so much for your understanding and great thoughts about my writing. This is really noble. Take care!

[Neville]

this is truly epic .. not in size or quantity but in quality .. I am again reminded why I first fell in love with poetry ..

[Beren]

What a nice comment... Thank you so much again. You make me blush way more!

[Neha agrawal]

The imagery is cinematic: maps, airports, forgotten graves, untold poems. It aches, but with dignity. Truly powerful writing.

[Beren]

Ahh! Thank you so much! Glad you see that! Take care!

[Kady R.]

Hiiii Bereennnnn!!!

I'm sorry your going through some heart break. What a beautiful way to express someone that didn't chase after you when they should have.

It hit me where it says "now I'm waiting at the gate without my boarding poem." So well written and hit me with sorrow, but it also seems bittersweet to me. How you were able to keep up with the reality of the situation, he's not coming to your gate and the plane is going with or without him.

Life is not like the movies portray. Thanks for such a realistic poems. 🤗🤗🤗

[Beren]

I KNOW, RIGHT?! AGH! You see my heart! Thank you so much for taking time to read and comment and support me again! I love your reviews!

[Kady R.]

Anytime Berenn!!🤗🤗🤗

[redzone]

I was moved by this line: "Not just so my scent could blow to your home on the wind." This made me want to open the windows and welcome the scent to enter, to say I'm sorry for your loss. Beren, you write with such compelling emotion and leave the reader saddened by not receiving the "treasure in my bare hands". I think it is difficult to face loss, especially the loss of one so dear. But you, Beren, bear it with dignity and a wonderful "boarding poem".

Thank you for sharing,
Curt

[Beren]

Ah... Thank you really much. What a nice review, again. Open the windows if you expect good smells and nice air. Take care!

[Sami Khalil]

A trip that ended in sadness for the plight of one or a group of people during war times where mass graves were dug during the unfortunate times. Humans are not merciful at all especially if someone is from a certain ethnic group or religion.
I wish people can find better ways to settle long-standing issues.
You write with impact and conviction.

[Beren]

I really hope so...
Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts with me! Take care!

[Sami Khalil]

Wow!
You are welcome Beren.