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AlCowie Member
since 2011-05-13
Posts 92London, UK |
Another poem from way back when. I can't even remember who was the target (although I suspect it may have been the Gabriela of my last poem). Desperate The sun is shining and it's a beautiful day Each time I speak to you it hurts When I think of you I don't feel happy Because you have someone else. Birds sing in the warmth and are happy and gay I sit and you invade my thoughts The city and you don’t care for me Forlorn love is one of many hells. On the grass ahead the dogs gamble and play And I just play with my words My mind will not let me be free Nor be interested in any other girls. I should gayly play on this beautiful day, Not be hurt by such thoughts or words I should be happy for me and be free Not in hell. There are other girls. But there’s no-one else. |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
You were so lovesick! I assume you recovered!  Lori |
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AlCowie Member
since 2011-05-13
Posts 92London, UK |
Absolutely - recovered enough to get lovesick many more times over many other girls, I think I may need a seasonal vaccine! Thank you for the kind thoughts |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Though you were unhappy, you knew the way out. Despair mitigated by insight. You described the lovesickness very well. The first time when it happens it is a tragedy, no less. Margherita |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Fine writing...especially the last line...James |
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Balladeer
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since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
"but there's no one else"...and you don't remember who it was written about. Yep, that's life for sure, like that classic song "I'll never forget Ole What's-Her-Name". Thank God hearts know how to heal and move on!Nicely done, Al. If you'll take a small correction - I gamble - dogs gambol.  |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
I wonder. How can you write certain poems of shattered love and not know who they were written for? Are you trying to tell us you were such a Casanova that you can't remember? I find it difficult to believe you don't know who you wrote this poem about. ~ Plastic surgeons are always making mountains out of molehills. ~ |
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AlCowie Member
since 2011-05-13
Posts 92London, UK |
Ah well Jerry, firstly it was a long time ago now, I have fallen in and out of love many times since then! I am pretty sure this was for Gabriela though. Secondly, my memories are not so good since I broke my neck (I'm fine, but it has bu@@ered my brain a little!), so the younger me was a long time ago. Finally, the really big heartbreak came a few years later so, in comparison, even the greatest mountain of pain seems like a mere foothill to a man who was forced to climb Everest without oxygen! I have just found some other poems from that time and they make this one sound tame - it has been embarrassing to read them to myself, the pain in them comes across as fiercely as lemon juice in a paper cut - and makes me look like a complete wuss! I have to decide if I really want to post those ones, it is like opening a window into a soul's yesterday, but posting them now comes across as a window into the same soul's today and for some indecipherable reason I fear looking quite that pathetic, even digitally. Anyway, for all of your comments, thank you. |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Al, you're a delight to read, and we don't care how old or young your memories are...you've become a welcome addition to Passions! Write on! [P.S. - Thank you for reading and responding, too!] . |
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