Gone, is my greatest love
my broken heart drowned
not in the ocean
but
in the Grand Canal
ripped away from my chest
from unforgiving love
now dead
lying under the gray murky water
on a rock all alone
a gondola
with a couple of lovers on board
floats by with dreams of a future entwined
surrounded by red roses on their love vessel
they cannot see my heart underneath
why, would they even want to see such a thing?
my heart, that’s tossed into the grand canal
no hope of a heroic rescue
it will simply stay there...
until decay takes its course
submerged in the canals of venice.
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Author:
Teddy.15 (
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Wow. Powerful work. You paint this sad tale well.
Thank you dear Thomas, a specialist subject of mine. 🌹
as dark as I have ever seen from you Teddy;
an almost eerie tone....
and I'm hooked!
Ah, you know you can blame my raven, it's deep within. Thank you my dear dear Melvin. As you know well, it's not hard for me to write about this lost love. Forever a pleasure to see you on my page. thank you my treasures friend. 🌹
One of my very favorite holidays – my fortnight’s stay in Venice. On leaving I’m pretty sure a piece of my heart was ripped out and stayed. I did heal eventually, but the ache still sometimes lingers.
Off beam in relation to your poem Teddy, but any mention of Venice…….
I visited Venice in a couple days, you were so lucky to have all that time, there are many amazing islands surrounding like Murano. Thank you dear Dave you describe exactly how I too felt when I had to leave. To the love a literal meaning as I do not speak of my own experience but that of one of my closest and dearest friends who lost his soulmate, she was one of my favourite people and will always be. Thank you for coming by with your kind review. 🌹
The raven returns and a lost love from the past, now dead, haunts the present. Most interesting that your heart is on a rock, underwater, under the gondola, hidden invisible. Only through poetry does it show itself. It is only out of great pain that great art is formed. So nicely done.
Thank you dearest sorrenbarret indeed a love lost that can never be retrieved, as I put my feet in one of my dearest friends shoes, who lost his soulmate to a cruel fate and when I say soulmate I don't use that word lightly, one of the greatest loves I've witnessed in life. So young she was and now her husband raises their child alone. I have much writing on this subject along with a few of my own, an Italian beauty she will always be. 🌹 Thank you for your truly wonderful review.
Such good sad emotive words Teddy,
Andy
Thank you dear Andy. 🌹
Venice, on my bucket list Teddy. A dark, tragic tale you have penned here of a soulful heartbreak. Love your posted pic of the beautiful Venice canals. Such a romantic place to visit. Have a happy Wednesday dear poet. 🌹
Oh I do hope you get to see it, it really is an amazing place, I did leave a bit of my heart there actually a weekend affair with a small unique city, so very kind of you to come by dear Cassie, thank you so much. Have a lovely evening. 🌹
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