The Chronicles Of Simon the Lover-Chapter Four: A Poet’s Encounter

 

The Chronicles Of Simon the Lover

Chapter Four: A Poet’s Encounter

 

The next day

Simon sat in his usual

Back-corner booth at the diner

Feeling isolated and safe

From the judgment of the normal townsfolk

Hoping Muriel

Who worked as a teller at the bank across the street 

Would follow her usual routine

And come to the diner for lunch

 

A few minutes later

When Muriel walked in

It was to Simon

As the gates of Heaven opening

With celestial light shining upon her face

And her dark brown hair

 

Simon’s ballpoint pen felt like the ready, ink-dipped quill of a prophet

While the words flowed freely onto

His new dime store notebook

As did those on Solomon’s scroll

When he wrote his sacred song

 

Simon penned the words purposefully 

And with great thought and reflection

As though he was whispering the sonnet

In Muriel’s ear

His head just over her cashmere covered shoulder

 

When Simon’s confession was finished

He carefully tore out the page

Folding it twice, keeping the creases even

Until it was one third its original size

Just the perfect fit for a fresh, white envelope

 

Once the envelope was licked, sealed, and stamped

Simon wrote the “To” address on the front

But added no “From”

Then mailed it to the Town Chronicle

 

Though the newspaper’s office was only two blocks away

Simon wished for the time being

To remain anonymous

And could not risk being noticed

Dropping the letter off

For he was the town’s peculiar one

 

Simon chose rather

To drop it into the large, metal mailbox on the corner of the sidewalk

Feeling gravity pull it out of his fingers

Before he allowed the heavy, tilt-out mail slot door

To swing back into place

 

Simon

Knowing what was now done

Could not be undone

He whispered to himself

“It is finished”

 

Upon the poem’s publishing in “The Town Chronicle”

Several days later

It could be said that there was no small stir

Among the populace of the small town

For Simon was plain

With the notions of his heart

 

His anonymous, yet public confession

Read in this fashion…

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The Chronicles of Simon the Lover- Chapter Three: The Revelation of St. Simon

 

The Chronicles of Simon the Lover

Chapter Three: The Revelation of St. Simon

Simon was deep in his daily Bible study

Making his devotion in the book of Proverbs

One of his favorite portions of Scripture

When he came across one fateful verse

Proverbs 27:5 

“Open rebuke is better than secret love”

 

It was as though a fog was lifted

From his lonesome soul

As his God’s words gave the charge

And a spark of liberating revelation

Was ignited

 

Though his mind had been quickened

He yet reasoned within himself

“How can a man such as I

Shunned and despised of all

Express to the beautiful rose Muriel

The truest feelings of my heart?”

 

He was now frustrated 

By the apparent contradiction

Why would God provoke him to action

While offering no course

To accomplish the task

 

As the battle was raging

In his stricken breast

He found the answer

In the notion of a faithful friend

At the moment he looked upon the book of prose

That had also been his meditation many lonely hours

 

He would pour out his heart in verse

Page and pen would play the music

Of his love song

And Muriel would finally know

That he loved her

 

But he could not just walk right up to her

At the corner of Main and Jefferson

And hand her the love letter in an envelope

For he was the town’s peculiar one

Such an action would surely be disastrous

 

Simon decided on a less abrupt course

He would offer his love poems for publication

In the community contribution section

Of the local newspaper

“The Town Chronicle”

 

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The Chronicles of Simon the Lover- Chapter One: A Man Peculiar

The Chronicles of Simon the Lover

Chapter One: A Man Peculiar

 

Every small town has a man who is shunned

A man who is peculiar in one way or another

Usually seen walking here or there

Sometimes stopping at the cafe for coffee

Sitting in the safety of the back corner booth

Always alone

 

A man who is never afforded

The congenial small talk

And courteous nods

Offered to one another

By the regular citizens

 

Simon was such a man

 

He had suffered a bout of polio as a child

Scarcely surviving the episode

Being left a bit hunched over

With his spine and one leg permanently crooked

 

In nineteen fifty-six

Simon was a man in his late twenties

He was always disheveled in appearance

Often seen shuffling down the sidewalk

While catching the disapproving glances

Of the regular townsfolk

Like an unwelcome leper with

Worn clothes

Unkempt hair

And a lonely soul

 

His parents having both passed on

He lived with an aunt on his father’s side

Who was kind enough to give him room and board

Though he could pay no regular rent

As he was only able to find odd and infrequent jobs

Because who wants a cripple for their hired man

 (Strange how a town with so many churches

   can be so wanting in the area of practical

    Christianity)

 

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