She Had Blue Eyes
She had blue eyes,
not deep nor dark
but light, soft blue
eyes that shone with
intelligence, wit, joy.
Laughing eyes, crinkling eyes
that sparkled with gentle
irony and humor, knowing
eyes that understood, that
examined, forgave.
She had blue eyes, but
sweet, sad eyes, with a sadness
that was new, deep and dark,
sadness not there before, but
there now, sadness understood
all too well, for I put it
there myself, the sadness
in those blue eyes –
belongs to me.
Trying to Forget You
I’ve been trying to forget you
by listening to sad songs,
feeling sorry for myself,
railing against the universe
that allowed us to meet,
that allowed us to get close
myself for causing the end.
I’ve been trying to get over you
but it’s just not that easy, because
anything of real value is hard to get
anything of real value is harder to lose,
so it’s hardly a surprise that while
I’ve been trying to forget you,
I may just not be up to the task.
Could Never Be
Constant, faithful, unwaveringly
true, real, kind and fair,
intelligent, charming,
as lovely as the early dawn,
moving with grace and style,
a dream, yet down to earth as a
farmer’s wife; calm, practical,
caring and caring for, all reasons,
among countless more,
why the wanting
made no sense,
why the having
J. B. Hogan is a poet, fiction writer, and local historian. He has been published in a number of journals including the Blue Lake Review, Crack the Spine, Copperfield Review, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Well Read Magazine, and Aphelion. His twelve books include Bar Harbor, Mexican Skies, Living Behind Time, Losing Cotton, The Apostate and, most recently, Forgotten Fayetteville and Washington County (local history). He lives in Fayetteville, Arkansas.
Perfect day for those poems perfect time of year for them also. Thank you
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