I ponder, as rain on my window pane
slides down like the tears
we shed for the years
we let slip away
when we could not stay,
together.
I think and I feel, like when we would kneel
at the altar rail
till our faith grew stale
and our love took flight
in December’s blight,
bad weather.
I muse in my mind, on the gods unkind,
who tore us in two
(but we never knew)
when we, by the stream,
lay down there to dream,
on heather.
I grieve for the past; as long as I last
I’ll visit you there
down dells of despair
where we reached the end of
our tether.
I breathe and I live, but cannot forgive
the cruel, callous crime
that robbed us of time:
a lifetime of being,
together.
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Author:
Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 19th, 2020 06:17
- Comment from author about the poem: for Lorraine
- Category: Love
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Comments3
Well written, Kevin, one can feel the pain.
Thank you, Fred.
Good emotive write Kevin.
Andy
Many thanks, Andy. 😁
The first poem I've read on MyPoeticSide where the middle-axis line justification seems to work with the poem, which is really well-constructed metrically.
I don't use middle-axis myself - it can be quite a chore to get MyPoeticSide to left-justify.
"If we'd only knew" is ungrammatical.
Thanks, Robert. Yeah, I knew about the ungrammatical, " If we'd only knew." I can only plead poetic licence! Forgive me. Again, thanks for your feedback.
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