A little of me was left behind when she suddenly left
Prompting A Genesis I guess, of both smiles and tears . Trying, Perhaps mistakenly ,a tactile desperate grasp to reach back, grab a little of each, and allay my building fears
Wishing to compute a relationship relativity to override this soul shaking negativity wondering if there was someway to conclude that our piles of infectious smiles combined to cancel, this current river of tears. With a wink I began to imagine a mystic scale buried deep in
a sea filled with waves of emotion touching each and all , with surging tides of resentment and contentment ,great success and lonely duress , our inspired climbs and insipid falls. Hark, grand waters break and grand Heralds call, Behold Grandest Scale of All
The magnificence now before our eyes , abruptly delivered a Shock and Awe surprise. But Alas, instead , That grand scale was barely noticed,
Suddenly , hypnotically all were claimed by the beauty of the Herald’s song .
I no longer wished to count those smiles and no longer wished to weigh those tears. At once I did remember just where importance lives , it stands proud in Times ahead of us, not in faded moments washed away, with a little hope and lots of trust, we shall see a Better Day.
BobbyO
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Bobby O (
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- Comment from author about the poem: While the past may be unsettled the future deserves our best and unset mind
- Category: Love
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we may not like the past but we can't change it can we .. we have to learn to live and accept and maybe learn from it .. today is write now so we should try and enjoy it .. tomorrow is not guaranteed .. but believe me Bobby, I can feel where you are coming from and can see the direction of flow .. go with it 🎶🎶🎵👍
Bravo!! Not only was I intrigued by your beautiful freestyle pros but the ending was perfect conveying a much needed message. I am still enamored with your facility to write such flowing free style without getting caught in the conjunctive and trite traps
Thanks I guess. It might be that I never learned the other stuff and I sing it and stay with it until it sounds ok
A tragic tale so often happens. Tears and smiles. I like the optimistic ending. Well done
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