Mislaid.
We lived through a blaze of debate-soaked relationship
mindless of hearing's real worth.
We shuffled in biased cut-price ideas of winner-related
pretensions to obscure feelings.
Agreement went into time's melting pot as shut-eyed
we arranged private new worlds.
We talked ourselves into dry ground, regrets denied
sorry forgot its true power.
Love's ultimate non-sound got mislaid between words
and lost seemed repair's quiet dance.
Shall we reconstruct silence and give Us a last twirl ?
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Interesting words fay . Good poem I really like the last few lines .. a dance )
Thank you Violet - am so pleased you found the read interesting.
Love has an intrinsic value of being worth all the last twirls you can muster.
Ah - I agree without question that love's twirls need mustering - - how valuable love is dear friend.
reconstructing silence is something we all have to do at some point and even several times a lifetime and it has been so underrated as well! Thanks Fay, for the uplift and the hope!
Yes hope is all we have sometimes where love seems in need of repair Rik - thanks for your visit and reveiw.
Brilliant!
(and what a breath-taking artwork
as accompaniment)
in my next life, let me come back as your pen
and exist in a state of perpetual poetic bliss
lol
Oooh - ha - - you would be in a state my dear Mek if you were my pen - because I put it in the most unseemly places when I am listening out for my muse...... you are always so supportive and I very much appreciate your continued encouragement.
A fine write Fay.
Thanking you most sincerely for your visit and read dear-Orchi.
"Loves ultimate non-sound got mislaid" such an emotive line Fay,from a fine,well written piece.
You evoke for me a whole spectrum of silences in a relationship, Fay. I really should thank you for at least some of them, if by no means all.
Keep evoking my friend for love is notorious for needing a buck-up with quiet reconstruction when words drown out sense. Thanking you silently but most sincerely Dave for reading my take on Mislaid.
Beautifully written.
Thank you for your kind review of Mislaid dear Soma
I love the way you have described a relationship crippled by what seem to be irreconcilable differences. The couple, staring at each other across the great divide, represent so well that inability to see each others side. That relationship worth saving begs silence and another chance. Love this, it's a fav!
Your comment is full of perception dear Bella and thank you for sharing your thoughts on Mislaid.
The space that has become a chasm, which at one stage was sandwiched in loves embrace, has created vacuum that sounds of reconciliation can no longer traverse. But of course it takes a poet to paint the scene.
Your line of reasoning cannot be bettered and much appreciated those last few words - thank you most sincerely for stopping by dear Suresh.
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