Just like that,
a click of the fingers
like thunder's echo
in a quiet forest...
you are gone.
A shadow once dancing
in sunlights spotlight,
now I walk alone
through darkness
once more.
Snapshots of happiness
remain in glass framed cages
unable to comfort.
Their mirrored stares
reveal sad eyes.
We once had warmth
within entangled days,
now memories
keep me awake
without you here.
Now memories
hold sacred our dreams
for each other.
27/6/08
Nicely done. It comes on the heals of a poem i wrote about friendships just one day before you pened this write.Struck me odd that we both have come to appreciate what could have been, now memories... Are you sure you are not more than one person? I continue to get sense something similiar from your thoughts and words. Happy Fourth of July Sincerely Who iam
do memories keep us awake because nothing lasts forever, i would like to believe our emotions are eternal, and eternally shared, but the pain of parting from attachment, this poems will remind me of replanting with and without meaning, truly nice write
Nice poem lots of positives, keep looking, you will find what your looking for in the meantime big hug Chris x
I know I keep on about it... but I really love your imagery. Your descriptions of everyday things have a wonderful slant to them. Thanks, once again.
Wisdom in poetic form. Some things are not destined to last forever, some are.. I like the way that the poem is clinical and calm in the acceptance of fate. It's narrative coolness has a philosophical effect. Another winning piece Steve 10++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Perhaps worth getting a tattoo with this line...agree that there seems to be no bitterness...still a sense of loss taking solace in memories...Coach
Nothing is lost because nothing is our Nothing to worry because nothing lasts Good work.life lessons woven philosophically in poetic words
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What is interesting about this, is I detect no bitterness. Quite unique among the poems I have read on this topic. This reflects a maturity and wisdom of some innate origin. A goodness from within. Have I stumbled upon the end of a rainbow? GW62