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Word Weaver
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0 posted 2011-06-01 01:01 PM





Time of the Lilacs  

That first spring we picked arms full of lilacs
from bushes that before you were barren
we picnicked in the vineyard of our reclaimed youth
sipping from love’s cup and feeding each other
nourishment for the heart and mind
we danced on hilltops green with new life
whispered forever in each other’s ear
when summer arrived we basked in the warmth
found in each other’s smile and knew
none had ever felt as we
we strolled virgin beaches
and swam in crystal clear waters perhaps too deeply
autumn came and we gathered radiant leaves
tossed them into the air in celebration
a testimony to the colors of our joined soul
all beauty dimmed compared to the knowledge of us
come winter we listened to the quiet of snow gently falling
and built fires of our intense passion
each one warmer than the one before
while outside the world hushed in preparation
alas, when our second spring came
the lilacs did not bloom and the hills crumbled
when faced with reality
they were after all merely illusions
now our souls again wander lonely and alone
in the vast wasteland of love lost
yet I know that one day soon I will awake
to a bright new day and even the pain of now
will succumb to the beauty of the memories of us.


© Marcia Miller-Twiford





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Margherita
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1 posted 2011-06-01 01:06 PM


Dear Marcia, I dare say you have already awakened to a bright new day where you can freely immerse into the beauty of the "memories of us". This wonderful write suggests this.

Love,
Margherita

JerryPat2
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2 posted 2011-06-01 01:09 PM


The illusions we bear upon ourselves can be sad and able to break your heart if believed too deeply.

Still, we wait, and hope and look for yet one more incursion into the wonderland of passion and love.

Liked this . . .

~ Diplomacy is the art of saying 'Nice doggie' until you can find a rock ~

Word Weaver
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3 posted 2011-06-01 01:11 PM


Thank you Margherita. It's the memories that sustain me.
Love,
Marcia


Word Weaver
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4 posted 2011-06-01 01:12 PM


Thank you Jerry. I'm glad you liked it.


steavenr
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5 posted 2011-06-01 10:33 PM


picnicking "in the vineyard of our reclaimed youth" ...a very cool line in an outstanding expression of hope
ice
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6 posted 2011-06-02 05:27 AM


W.W.
John Keats could not have said it better..
It is classic in approach to the subject, yet is arranged in modern phrasing, in other words , timeless.

I would like to hear what happens next..
But for now just say I enjoyed reading this poem.

Namaste
ice aka ford

Come read to me some poem,
Some simple and heartfelt lay,
That shall soothe this restless feeling
And banish the thoughts of day.
Longfellow

Word Weaver
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7 posted 2011-06-02 01:03 PM


Thank you Ice; that's a very nice compliment.
Namaste,
Marcia


Word Weaver
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8 posted 2011-06-02 01:07 PM


For steavenr

Sorry I didn't get here in time to reply to your wonderful comment but I do thank you.

Marcia



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