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Another Wasted Broken Heart Poem
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Another Wasted Broken Heart Poem |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows 
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On the high Ethiopian plains, we were to unlock the darkest corners of human evolution while quietly stealing time’s trinkets to horde as lovers’ toys in quiet castles scattered and hidden in plain sight; the pub in Scotland and the Keep along the island coast, the Central Park South window and the cabin on the Arizona creek, the rooms in Naples with the ghost, were no less real to me than the sun that burned me instantly in today’s hot humid afternoon. At first, I didn't miss you in the morning as the sun arose to claim the day, I assumed it was the pain that came with waking that took the memories away, then I noticed as my days went by I missed you so much less than I would have if you had not lied, and in passing as the feelings died I realized you had to know, that the path you'd chosen had no accidental flow, and I understood why my soul will not go to hide inside the clammy underbelly of depression. We once sat at soggy lunch in mountain rain as you questioned my beliefs in loyalty and honesty, testing without my knowing, the lie was waiting fully crafted already wrapped up for delivery waiting with a call tag in your mind. Like any good magician stretched between knowledge and the truth, I want to bend the light again away from stray paths of foolish youth, the grim and gritty cold distractions where I played for years to stay amused. I knew the warmth of touch once, a decade or so ago I could have kept it as a lesson instead of clinging to the face of memory, instead of missing all the colors while being blinded by the lights of make believe; tonight I will be honest, until I drug myself to sleep, and stay true to my own counsel. Since no one is around, my insecurities bring arrogance to lips, lips that tasted love when we spoke of futures and of fantasies of joy and exploration, lips that would have talked life into lifetime memories if only.... ©2005 by icebox |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
icebox Once upon a time, if only.... Such a sad story!  |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
"I knew the warmth of touch once, a decade or so ago I could have kept it as a lesson instead of clinging to the face of memory"  feeling this oneand understanding "Like any good magician stretched between knowledge and the truth, I want to bend the light again" |
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stevebrklynnyc Member
since 2004-01-04
Posts 292GA, Camden |
I have been reading your poetry for a while now and I truly would hope to be half as good as you some day. This write really made me wonder where I will be in say 20 or 30 years, thanks, Steve  |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Certainly not a wasted poem for those presently broken hearted! Life is just life though and quite unperturbed about the ups and downs we experience. |
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Ceinwyn Member Elite
since 2000-07-09
Posts 2175VA |
If only my broken heart was this hauntingly beautiful. If at first you don't succeed destroy all the evidence that you tried. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
gawd icey... |
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Kahlil Senior Member
since 2003-04-12
Posts 1881 |
This is a masterpiece, sir. K |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
"I could have kept it as a lesson instead of clinging to the face of memory, instead of missing all the colors while being blinded by the lights" A lesson I learned is that even when we are eargerly gobbling up the lies, somewhere deep down we know...our gut clinches and we know something just isn't right.. I do not know how you manage to touch on life so honestly over and over again. You are a guru of life, love, losing, and learning and I am the enraptured student.  thank you."too bad ignorance isn't painful" |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Your memories are a delight to read, dear icebox, even if they are sad like this one. When we have time to think “what if” “if only” it seems always late and melancholy takes over. You mean it was a waste to let a love story break your heart? It's experience of life and as such it is precious nonetheless. Love, Margherita  |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
OhIce~ 'At first, I didn't miss you in the morning as the sun arose to claim the day, I assumed it was the pain that came with waking that took the memories away' I've known this pain in the past ... and this is exactly how it came to me~ Poignant poetic penning poet~ And .. my dear ... nothing 'wasted' about feelings~ *Huglets* ~*Marge*~ ~*When the heart grieves over what it has lost, |
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