So powerfully poignant.
What a lovely tribute to your friend and editor. I have never walked the Brooklyn Bridge as one of your readers says she does each time she visits. Since my mother was born and raised in Brooklyn, that is the least I can do next time I visit.
You just made me think of Frederick Buechner, also now passed, who wrote of the beautiful, powerful hilarity of Jesus' messages in the Gospels. I am going to type this one up for my notebook. And I hope when I finally walk the Brooklyn Bridge one day that I will meet Bob.
Your word images to your poetry editor bring a tear, and, as such, have touched me in a place that honors the gift of being able to share with us all the intimate sharing with someone you love.
What an excellent tribute, and excellent memory, an excellent poem. I don’t know him, but it seems you captured him.
I’m behind on my reading and just got to this one. I love the way you remember people that have passed away.
Beautiful. Thank you for showing what it looks like to be a great writer and not take yourself so damn seriously.
Bravo, man. Bravo
Aww, so touching. Thank you!
Thank you for this. I was born in new york city, 1943. You described the city of my childhood. Painful, beautiful, lonely. And I can’t go back.
How I love your poem. I do believe in spirits and ghosts and will think of your poem during my next visit to New York. I always walk across the Brooklyn Bridge once during a week-long visit.
Dealing with grief with complexity and even a bit of humor, Sherman.
Made me smile and think how I choose to remember those close to me who have left the physical world.
OMG! That... made me tear up. Such a fitting and beautiful tribute.
Love this !!
Oh my gosh I love this poem so much I am smiling ear to ear!