THE SMILING DIED

Michael Edwards

 

 

THE SMILING DIED

                                                                                               

We broke apart

and in my mind

I hear her voice

and I recall

a time of joy

a time of fun

until the day

she went away

the day

the smiling died.

 

 

  • Author: Michael Edwards (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 3rd, 2017 00:02
  • Comment from author about the poem: A simple piece plus a drawing of the 12th century church in my village.
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 40
  • Users favorite of this poem: FredPeyer
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  • orchidee

    A fine write and pic Michael.

  • Goldfinch60

    Very emotive write. The picture is super and both the words and the drawing complement each other.

  • Fay Slimm.

    Pathos perfected in these slow sad lines. Great work Michael.

  • Louis Gibbs

    A love twice lost? Sad, indeed! Lost love is an integral experience of life to all it seems. Thanks for this fine expression, Michael.

  • Tony36

    Well written and expressed.

  • FredPeyer

    You may call this a 'simple piece', Michael, but it packs a lot of power and meaning beautifully expressed in 'simple' words!

    • Michael Edwards

      Thanks so much Fred - much appreciated.

    • WriteBeLight

      Poignant Michael. Beautiful drawing too.

    • P.H.Rose

      Beautiful Michael
      Just absolutely
      Beautiful

    • malubotelho

      Just awesome. Love your drawing.

    • Thewildfire

      Such a meaningful set of words...It is a great write and I would love to read more of your poems.

      • Michael Edwards

        Thank you so much - you must be a glutton or punishment but you are welcome took through all my previous postings - there are 196 of them on this site - I've just looked it up and didn't realise myself how many there are. .

      • Suresh

        - and a smile died - when only memories are left



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