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I wrote a poem
I read a poem yesterday
it nearly broke my heart
it spoke of lovers loved and lost
they lived too far apart
I read a poem yesterday
it said she won’t live forever
but she makes the world a better place
please don’t let me outlive her
I read a poem yesterday
it made me think of you
when the colour of my world was gold
before you turned it sad soft blue
I read a poem yesterday
it told me what I’ve got to give
all the splintered thoughts I’ve yet to think
and those dead years I’ve yet to live
I wrote a poem yesterday
it tells of our first kiss
and the wondrous time we spent together
and how it ended just like this
* from the Robert Burns Birthplace Museum, Alloway, Scotland
I read a poem today
A poem Ceayr wrote Yesterday,
It caught my eyes untill it aches
And took away my heart today.
Thank YOu Ceayr.
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Wistful and sad and so delicately expressed, with the poet moving from the more passive, ‘I read…’ to the active, ‘I wrote…’ And yet the ending is the same. Beautiful.
And the image, with its own delicacy, fits the poem perfectly
It’s a beautiful piece, isn’t it!
Loss is loss, whether active or passive.
Thanks, Jenne.
A heart-grabber, truly…this poet’s waving to you from Seattle.
Heart-grabbing is good!
Good afternoon, Seattle. I’m listening!
😊
I feel the loss.
Thanks, Cassa, sometimes love just lingers on…
It lasts and it does linger on. Is a beautiful and painful feeling at the same time.
‘Tis better to have loved and lost, Than never to have loved at all.
Maybe that is true…