Soon our halleluiah’s will roll like thunder;
Gladly we will walk, no troubles in our talk;
Now were stuck, just hushes and goodbyes,
Too soon for eternity; on it we knock;

Place of opportunity, land of little lies;
Dreams of an Earth rapture into Heaven,
Just a cupped peach on Joshua’s tree;
Its branch Gods hand, curved, no thorn,

No briars or tares but the boasting little horn
Who hisses in hate at whats on his plate;

Alone in this world is truly when I knew
How I miss you; down the road, soon to come
Are so many hellos, but first comes goodbye;
I wait for you as the stars out-wait the sun;

I miss you as a spinster her youthful hopes,
Or as the moon its ocean, continents away.

Donald Standeford

3 thoughts on “First Come the Goodbyes

  1. Absolutely beautiful! The first line of the first stanza is a most powerful start with the very vibrant image of “our halleluiah’s will roll like thunder”, followed by the double rhyme on the second line (walk-talk, such rhyming adds great musicality to your poem), and ending with the human wish to live up to eternity. The following stanzas are equally beautiful. Love the reference to the Joshua Tree from the Bible. Your poem is deep, reflective, philosophical and spiritual. The transition from the 2nd to the 3rd stanza is very beautiful by the use of “thorn” and “horn”:

    “Its branch Gods hand, curved, no thorn,

    No briars or tares but the boasting little horn
    Who hisses in hate at whats on his plate”

    This kind of rhyming slightly reminds me of Sylvia Plath’s Lady Lazarus, though the subject of her poem has nothing to do with yours as she is being self-destructive:

    “Dying
    Is an art, like everything else.
    I do it exceptionally well.

    I do it so it feels like hell.
    I do it so it feels real.
    I guess you could say I’ve a call.”

    And your last two stanzas… wow! Also lovely writing. Love this:

    “How I miss you; down the road, soon to come
    Are so many hellos, but first comes goodbye;”

    And the comparisons of the last two verses the first person voice of the poem establishes between the feeling of missing and the the spinter’s as well as the image of nature (moon missing ocean).

    What more can I say? I love this poem, Donald!

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