Robin IV

My first love.

Imagine my surprise…..

Who am I kidding?

No surprise at all 

Across all these decades

I find I miss you, 

I miss you

Implies I must love you

Still

I remember you as summer

The waterfall of golden hair

Your eyes of Norway fjord

I remember you as adventure

The time we drank your father’s whiskey 

Those weird drives, in Marysville

The sidewalk offer to be reborn

Big Four, tripping girls returned to us

By a stranger in the night

Roaring fires above the roar of Chiwawah

My one and only acid trip

Hand in hand on those country roads

Skinny dipping at Lost Lake

I remember you as friend

I remember you as family

I remember you as my fiercest love

Years later your phone calls

You seemed to seek in me the answer

To a need

I’m here and I’m alone

Reviews

[Ken Simm.]

This is something I find very personal and true. As well as very well written. If you pardon the very bad English. I also find this personally affecting.

[Michael Sun Bear]

Thanks Ken. I appreciate your reading of my work.

[Desert Knave]

I like this. My first love still beckons to me even though she'd probably hit me if she ever saw me. Anyhow, enjoyable write. ~Jim

[Michael Sun Bear]

Thanks Jim….might be worth taking the hit.

[ETERNITY]

Such adventure! Such mystery and longing! Such unanswered desire! I won't diagnose the beauty. To do that would be like naming a nameless stallion.
I love the building hope and the dashing of that hope at the end is hurtful but somehow satisfying.
I am a strong believer in 'everything happens for the best'.
A beautiful write!

[Michael Sun Bear]

She was my first love. We lived together for two or three years then she left me. The story is told in my earlier Robin poems. A few months ago I located her and we began corresponding. She’s married, lives clear across the country.

[Eilis]

There’s a great longing here. I read it as a longing to understand the self as much or perhaps more than to understand the old love that still hold space in the head-heart. As I get older so many things (memories, emotions, understandings) change shape and I start to forget what they meant to me before. I can’t decide if that is a good or bad thing, or just a thing that happens on the path through life.

Your poem offers me a window into those thoughts—the way things can monumentally change but somehow still we hold on to certain things (memories, people) as though they have become part of us like our blood is part of us. It’s as though our birth is continuous as we keep adding parts through all we experience.

And still there’s the grounding of things like those loves whose memory never quite becomes only a memory. They are always there waiting to become a growing force again. I enjoyed the way this explored that sense of love having different tenses. A grammar of love (maybe) and how it rests within the individual.

[Michael Sun Bear]

Ellis, thank you for the very generous insightful review. You honor me.

[JessyJacob]

Hi,
I miss few girls here. But you are not missed I see you everytime I take breath.
I am fan of your poem. What is your pen name, my pen name is Jessy and my name is Jessy Jacob ❤️.

With love and hugs.
Jessy Jacob ❤️

[Michael Sun Bear]

Thanks Jessy. I am only published on writer’s websites, primarily this one. I normally write under the name Michael Sun Bear, Sun Bear a name given me in a Sufi initiation.

[Kelly Scheppers]

You weave romance into verse like a thread through a needle. One could find it hard not to get swept away in the breathlessness of it all!

[Michael Sun Bear]

Thank you dear.

[Chris Shaw]

First loves have a special place in our heart that lingers long after the relationship dwindles. Mine died at 26, the memories haven’t. Beautiful writing Michael. Have a great weekend.


Chris

[Michael Sun Bear]

Thanks Chris, it’s always an honor to have you read my work. I still treasure a review you wrote to one of my early poems posted here. In retirement I had intended to work on memoirs. You folks here got me writing poetry.

[Chris Shaw]

Aw, what a lovely thing to say Michael. Thank you so very much :)

[Gee]

Good morning. Not gonna be as gushing as Emunah but you sure know how to write.

[Michael Sun Bear]

Thank you Gee!

[Gee]

You are welcome.
Will be back to read more when I have a wee bit of time to kill:)

[Emunah June.]

You write so romantically, you make me nostalgic for memories that arent even mine. You make the journey feel so effortless, weightless, beautiful and sorrowful at the same time. I am always in awe of what you do.

[Michael Sun Bear]

You are very kind. Thank you.