My Marianna
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Abne M. Eisenberg
Professor Eisenberg was born in New York City. He is retired and now lives in Belleair Bluffs, Florida. He served in the U.S. Marine Corps in WW II. His career consisted of teaching various aspects of interpersonal communication at four major universities and has authored 20 books on the subject. If asked what one word best describes his life, it would be creativity. If asked what is the most valuable thing he knows, it would be that everything is a matter of definition.
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My Marianna - Abne M. Eisenberg
IN LOVE WITH A LEGEND
41872.pngAs the sun traverses the heavens
and the moon mimics its course,
My love for Madam does it likewise
with an equal and compelling force.
As time echoes her incomparable voice
and angels sing along,
Deities applaud in majestic accord
her ecclesiastic choice of song.
In audience I sit, and silently pray
that her essence will long endure,
That her love for me will always remain
pristine and virtually pure.
If my dream prevails and withstands the toil,
my love for Marianna will never recoil.
While emeralds and diamonds emit a glow
that enchants the human eye,
My Marianna’s beauty negates their charm
with a luminescence that does not lie.
While poets struggle with a lover’s quest
to capture that ephemeral zone,
I have succeeded where they have failed
to be my Marianna’s exclusive own.
AN ENCHANTED NOW
41874.pngWhen I was young, the sages warned
that time would take its toll
That I would learn to con template
lost moments beyond control.
My quest back then, was to memorize
past instants so sublime.
I quickly learned that tomorrows are
but chimerical illusions divine.
A host of fools from whom I sought
sound council and advice
Insisted that my destiny
was cast in the rolling dice.
I knew down deep, I my heart of hearts,
that the future never can
Compare with what I had come to know
about a lass named Mary Ann
For all intents and purposes
I transcended formal
And by doing made a loving pact
With a woman I now call mine.
Yesterday, for us, has little meaning
except in terms of a vow
That whatever happens between day and night
will be treated as an eternal NOW.
That mysterious hiatus we glibly call life
an ephemeral blink of an eye
Must humbly be treasured without question
until the day we die.
My Mary Ann has taught me the secret
of how to embellish the giving
Of how to maximize that delirious joy
the NOW we deserve to be living.
Each kiss, each hug, each fond embrace
we share as never before.
Amnesia prevails and we cannot recall
the one we claim to adore.
In consequence, our fate is clear
experience has little choice
Except to nurture the NOW we know
by heeding that inner voice.
These words I write are for Mary Ann
the keeper of my soul
My trusting wife, whom I dearly love
Who keeps my spirit whole.
Again I say, with firm resolve,
that WHEN is a four letter word—
A term that lovers should seek to avoid
by letting the NOW be heard.
I end this poem with the thoughts I share
with Mary Ann alone
Designed to imprison that mystical stuff
from which our love was honed.
MY PANACEA
41876.pngNo matter day or night, rain or shine
my Marianna is there for me
Her soothing words and smiles do heal
my every petty plea
Caring, compassion, and a welcome kiss
make up her lingua franca.
These are the traits I can readily take
to deposit in my neighborhood banca.
I have never known in my entire life
the joys she generously bestows
Upon my tumultuous life each day
that assuage my fears and woes.
I openly declare to the world-at-large
without a moment’s hesitation
I love Marianna in a million ways
stripped bare of any reservation
Each day I’m met with her open arms
and a hug I voraciously devour
For the rest of my life she will remain
an exotic and beautiful flower
WATCHING YOU
41880.pngIt all began twenty-five years ago
when you came through the door
In search of doctor that would heal your bones
so they would hurt no more.
The watching began in Treatment Room Four
where you stood in bra and slip
Awaiting the care that would make you well
by mending that ailing hip.
Lie face-down,
I said in a gentle voice
and, in a trusting way
You assumed the prone position
and before me you did lay.
My eyes consumed your image
my hands engaged your spine
And in the moments that followed
I entered a dream divine.
In time, the watching found its way
to places far and wide—
My glances meeting each changing scene
your essence by my side.
Not realizing that the years ahead
would multiple so well
I steadily watched you day and night
luxuriating in your spell.
My watching soon took a sudden turn
when cinnamon and cantaloupe were wed
In the Lantern where we had coffee
and hysterical tears were shed.
The circus in Switzerland infected
your laughter with even more sting
Observing locals dangle from a rope
missing horses in a ring.
At coaching sessions with Doris Jung
you struggled to perfect your voice
So you might perform the arias
causing opera fans to rejoice.
I watched you die on the big stage
as Salome and Lady Macbeth
I grieved along with audiences
At your dramaturgical death.
My interest in watching Marianna
gas accelerated with the passing of time
Because of her skills and talents
I cherish her, continually, as mine.
Some call what I do voyeuristic
others may deem it extreme
But I say to my many fine critics
I am dreaming my favorite dream.
I’ve watched my beloved while sleeping
making great corn pudding and pies
I’ve watched her plant dozens of tulip bulbs
Or peel onions with tears in her eyes.
In short, I confess my obsession
with the wife I truly adore
I’ll watch her forever from wherever I am
and faithfully do so forevermore.
AN IRIDESCENT WIFE
41883.pngNo combination of colors can ever describe
the imprint my wife exudes
Or the way her prismatic presence refines
an essence the God’s can’t delude.
Wherever she goes strangers often detect
an aura of classical design
A persona that challenges the cleverest mind
to interpret or dare to confine.
At every turn of a most exciting life
She conquers trial after trial
In an effortless fashion, she breaks each code
with no evidence of guilt or guile.
No matter where or when I sneak a peek
of this treasure by day or night
My Marianna has often quite seriously maintained
that we’ve met in a previous life.
That we’ve shared and lived