Open Poetry #46 |
Words of Wisdom |
MorningStar Member
since 2009-10-26
Posts 290Pittsburgh, Pa |
She rocked my slowly and said Remember this as a word to the wise Since he wouldn't take the time to love time simply went on without him Having never seen the need to bridle his wandering heart He never had time to apologize Or the desire desire to create memories that loved ones would want to cherish There was never time to write I love you's on little pieces of paper No time to call on birthdays or anniversaries Not even time enough to speak kindly if he happened upon you on the stairs He never had the time to remember things promised long ago And no desire to do things differently On he went with no apologies, no time, and no good reason When it's all said and done No time for no good reason at all is reason enough Since he never took the time Time went on its way and so did we If I don't say it...who will? [This message has been edited by MorningStar (01-08-2010 03:54 PM).] |
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Klassy Lassy Member Elite
since 2005-06-28
Posts 2187Oregon |
I am really moved by the two-edged truth in this. The loss of what could have made life more beautiful and the spirit that motivates us to learn and move beyond the loss and the "years the locust have eaten." This is gripping and painful as well as strong and resilient writing, depicting another sort of winter. ~ KL |
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MorningStar Member
since 2009-10-26
Posts 290Pittsburgh, Pa |
KL - Thank you for a very gracious reply! If I don't say it...who will? |
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