I wed the south wind that a hurricane became
With her at my back, I the sail in her game
I held a shooting star by its tail losing my grip it slipped away
I slept with the shadow of the moon but in the morning it wouldn't stay
I drank sunshine to my fill but grew thirsty again soon
I filled my pockets with tender love gone by afternoon
A rainbow beckoned gold that ran through my fingers
In my hand a shamrock the only thing that now lingers
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sorenbarrett (
Online) - Published: August 19th, 2026 03:26
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Love and loss are partners in lifes game
Thank you Norman for the read and understanding comment it is most appreciated
most welcome
It shows that in the end nothing stays with us. Possessions have a limited time. Even hard disks that are backed up disappear with time.
Thank you Soman yes indeed all things have a lifespan. I appreciate your read and comment my friend
Everything you touch becomes something you have to lose. The shamrock almost feels less like luck and more like evidence. Lovely my friend.
Thank you so much my friend for the read and comment. Yes you are right and so it is and life goes on.
Good write SB.
Thank you my dear friend your read and comment are always most welcome.
The poem is beautiful in many ways, but for me, the ending is especially fascinating, as it leaves a sense of loss balanced by a small trace of hope.
Thank you my dear friend yes I am so glad that you caught that for hope is the last thing to die and one knows that even in the smallest of chances the is still a chance. I have been a very lucky man all my life and I count on it. Thanks so much for the read and comment Soheil
You are welcome.
Hope is indeed the last thing to die, and even the smallest chance is still a chance. It sounds like your optimism and good fortune have carried you a long way, and I am wishing you plenty more of both.
Nothing is lost in the annals of folded time ...
Thanks Lorenz for the read and comment I think that I once lost some when I made it into a spit wad
What a beautifully wistful piece, Soren. Each wonder arrives brightly and disappears just as quickly, leaving only one small keepsake behind. This carries the ache of loving everything temporary…and it lingers. Excellent write, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks my friend for the review as always it is most valued. It is most gratifying that you get the essence of this write.
It seems not all things in life are permanent.
How long before the Shamrock withers?
Good Write.
Thanks Kevin for the read and comment yes I traded it for a rabbits foot.
My Pleasure.
A gentle reminder that even the brightest wonders slip between our fingers while their touch still continues to shape us.
Thank you Cryptic for your read and understanding. True it is
Beautiful piece of poetry 🙏🏼👍
Thank you Nafisa your words are most important to me.
am glad you think so - always appreciate good verse, and am amazed and admire your versatility...keep them coming..
You are very kind
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