When I look into your eyes ... and no longer see my reflection there, when your lips no longer seek mine...even then I wont believe you no longer care. When the stars all cease to sparkle ... and I am no longer the wish you wish upon, when I call to you at night ... even in the silence ... I wont accept you are gone.
If I reach out for you ... and find only emptiness where your warmth used to be, If I play our special song ... and find you're not there to dance with me. If I compose you a love poem ... but find you no longer wish to read my rhyme, If I ask a prophet and he tells me ... fate and destiny ... passed over me this time.
All these things could never convince me ... that I must now let go of you ... there is only one thing that would offer proof ... one word that would ring true. For if the time should come ... that you no longer find your inspiration in me ... that is when my heart will know ... there is no longer us ... we now cease to be.
If I am no longer your muse ... if I am no longer your reason for poetry.
JM wonderful work, just full of all those longing feelings. They say time heals, well if it does, I wish the heart could be left back in time and we go back for in when it's better. Beautiful poem, and it's an indication of what a fine poet you are that you can write your heart so well at a time like this. Take care Mushy Marsha
Take back the hope you gave,- I claim Only a memory of the same Robert Browning
New Brunswick Canada
I just read this and I'm quite impressed but I want to come back for a more relaxed read when I have time...I just had to let you know it's certainly worth coming back for....love ya Van reflector.....ethome
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thank you all for these oh-so-lovely replies .. filled with hugs, love and sweet words. no worries tho...ok ...all is well, I was inspired for this one by a conversation with a friend ... we were discussing the way a person can tell when the love or need has gone out of a realtionship ... and I was of mind that as a poet we would focus on the muse being the true measure of emotion. thank you for such encouraging replies ... as always ya make me smile. love ya jm
"What the caterpillar calls the end ... The world calls a butterfly" Lao Tze Tao
~Butterflies are meant to be free~
My goodness Girlie...you know how to start a day don't you! Wow...I'm always in awe of how you make these gems flow together with such grace and float into poetry like the wings of the butterfly...you reach inside so deeply and weave the pain with the tears of angels and the smiles of saints...to cease to inspire...ohhhhhhhh and the perfect song plays.....sing to me Rob "If You're Gone" ...that boy will never cease to inspire...*winkiewinkie* And when we no longer have the rhyme in our soul...that is when we will surely fall from the embrace of the angel wing hugs that hold us in our darkest moments...Love You...because...YOU KNOW
You cannot dance in the sun until you have cried in the rain~
Pearl city Iowa
Wonderful words J.M. They stir a memory, but like an ostrich I've stuck my head in the sand "dont want to go there!", but if you can stir emotion in my stoney old heart your a miracle worker. Thanks for sharing. Regards Olias.
Hi Janet--the measure of love to a poet, is poetry...yes, I thank you have something there...and what a well written poem you have written about it...I know you have inspired me more then once...hugs to all the muses everywhere!
... the old black rum
Janet-- this touches deep within. as your poetry always does, i am inspired. but today for some reason even more so. this was so beautiful, so poignant, so full of YOUR grace, so YOU. truly inspirational, you are. and I have learned to know you thru your poetry quite well I think...and I must say Janet Marie, you are a truly remarkable person. Love ya, Amy
Margie ... just thoughts rolling around in my head ...needing to be put to rhyme...thank you sweets
Jeff... thank you for the wow .. and yes all is well
Sen .. thank you me sweet...and much love and hugs to you too-- my poet twin of heart.
Paula... thank you hon...all is well ... guess this one came out sadder than intended ...but me moody muse is in charge of these things ... I just hold the pen .
Tracie...thank you my girlie for such a sweet reply...your smiles are forever too
Marsha... thank you for the lovely compliments and concern ... no need to worry tho... this is simply a poetic weave.
E.babes....come back as often as you like ... your always welcome on my words
Keth... thank you so much ..what a kind, wonderful thing to say ..truly.
Nan ...thank you mam' ....very much ..for the read and the kind words.
Holly....LOL...yes I KNOW and yes...we can find our inspiration in many places ... you KNOW where this one came from...thank you ...love you too.. now turn off those videos and go write poetry LOL (or check the oven) yayayaya
Olias....thank you poet sir...but no miracles here....I have read your poetry... no heart of stone writes like that...but I thank you for such kind words to my work.
Sea ... I know you ..you know... Poets know....thank you much gator-girl
Victoria ... thank you for the kind words and for stopping by...its so nice to have you here.
Martie...yes ...hug those moody muses of ours...gotta keep em happy.. and Thank you for allowing me to inspire you ...and you know you do the same for me...(right along with the poetic envy) *smile*
P-man...thank you sweet friend..your so good for my poets ego ...and for my inspiration as well ...even your replies read like poetry
Amygirl...what can I say to such a wonderful reply...thank you for such sweet words of my work.. and your pretty remarkable your self.
Kathleen ... thank you dear poet ...how sweet of you to say so.
thanks to all for the lovely replies take care jm
Hey baby these dudes think you can't write the blues...well I'm here to tell'em I know ya can cause I know ya loves em and I know you can be the blues ...just like me..he he
I gotta see the song in your work ya see so I took out the last part of the lines....and they were fab! ...but I got to the root of it.
Well I discovered just how you were settin this gig up!
"when I look into your eyes, when your lips no longer seek mine when the stars all cease to sparkle when I call to you at night....... I wont accept that you are gone.
If I reach out for you If I play our special song If I compose you a love poem If I ask a prophet and he tells me..... fate and destiiny passed over me.
All these things could never convince me there's only one thing that would offer proof for if the time should come that is when my heart will know we now cease to be."
Oh baby you was settin up the ends of them there lines with the blues...ya see that takes talent to turn the blues into a beautiful poem.....tell all them dudes and dudesses...that you is just writing girl.. you know I loves ya but I ain't worried bout ya...get down girl...write some more...yeah lordy ........he he...... just havin some fun!