Blue On Blue Moments Poem by Theodora (Theo) Onken
Blue On Blue Moments
...My thoughts are: ' Blue On Blue'
They gravitate in my minds eye this day-
...With remembrances of all the heartache...
And the day, we went our seperate ways!
'Tis a Bobby Vinton moment...
...Chiseled out of, the stones of time...
Seen in, the Sands of the Hour Glass-
...Written about, in poetic rhyme...
I never got over loosing you...
...I never accepted, your good-bye...
For me, it has been: 'Blue On Blue'
...As the thought of you, still makes me cry...
'Tis almost, as if it was yesterday...
...When we were so very much in love...
When the entire world that we made love in-
...Seemed more like, Heaven up above...
...We said and did all of the right things...
You often completed what i said-
...Mirror reflections of one another, we were...
Truth is, i never got you out of my head!
...And so, i am having a: 'Blue On Blue' moment...
It happens nearly every day, my dear-
...Isn't it absolutely, astonishingly, amazing...
How i still feel, after all of these years?
Now Theodora, this is a song and should be sung out loud and clear...How many of us, the greater majority, I venture to say, can relate to this....Love, the one that got away or worse yet, the one We ran from....makes me think of August 31st. again..~~~love, marci.xo
It's hard when you love some one truly madly deeply, you never forget and the pain never fades away, i don't think until your dieing day, believe me i know Theo... Take heart in your poetry for it is a beautiful gift from god...10
very sad...i like the emotions pictured out in this poem-real pain....i know the feeling...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/3/2024 6:29:24 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Ah, yes, Marci, was yours the 31st? My memory is about this-long these days. Yes, there is always that lingering little thought of that one great love, perhaps, the first, that will forever be engraved in our heart of hearts forever. I was singing it, so i wrote it, and well, nostalgia, gets to me some times! Lov, Theo xxoo: 0)