By John RC
Potter
Longing...
With longing...
I’m
longing...
Sad...
With sadness...
I’m sad...
But I know
something:
God gives
snow according to the mountain!
I only
love you,
Without
you, just lonely.
But who
knows about this situation?
Cold water
flows from the mountains,
Gives life
from the sun,
Flowers
grow from the soil;
Nevertheless...
Everyone
comes to the ground at last.
Birth.
Life. Death.
It passes
like a minute.
Love.
Passion. Loyalty.
We say “In
the Name of God” together.
But at
night I’m alone,
I hold my
pillow very close.
In the
morning I look at an empty place;
But you
are always in my soul.
I’m
sad...With sadness...Sad...
Longing...
I feel longing...
I miss you...
My longing...
About the Author:
John RC Potter is an international educator from Canada, living in Istanbul. He has experienced a revolution (Indonesia), air strikes (Israel), earthquakes (Turkey), boredom (UAE), and blinding snow blizzards (Canada), the last being the subject of his story, “Snowbound in the House of God” (Memoirist, May 2023). His poems, stories, essays, and reviews have been published in a range of magazines and journals, most recently in Blank Spaces, (“In Search of Alice Munro”, June 2023), Literary Yard (“She Got What She Deserved”, June 2023), Freedom Fiction (“The Mystery of the Dead-as-a-Doornail Author”, July 2023), and The Serulian (“The Memory Box”, September 2023). The author has over a dozen upcoming publications in the coming months, including an essay in The Montreal Review. His story, “Ruth’s World” (Fiction on the Web, March 2023) has recently been nominated for the prestigious Pushcart Prize.
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