Open Poetry #48 |
Nothing More to Say |
secondhanddreampoet Member Ascendant
since 2006-11-07
Posts 6394a 'Universalist' ! |
Nothing More to Say Even these Autumn hills are made of empty spaces now, missing the very sound of you. Falling leaves and broken promises are dying quietly to the distant strains of Winter's tune in this misty-cold sunset, for you have left me with nothing more to say in total ruin ... and decay. --- b. e. adams (10/6/2012) |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Climb out of it. ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~ |
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Lady Goodman Member
since 2012-10-04
Posts 193 |
I used to think about her every day, then it got to where I only thought about her when I was here, so trust I understand. *hugs* Be well. |
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Alison
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
Some days are harder than others. Some days are so gray and chilly that they invite thoughts of lonliness. A |
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ebonygirl Member Elite
since 2011-07-14
Posts 2000California U.S.A |
from the ruins and decay from the ashes as you say you will once again rise like a ray of sunlight to rise again, now, my friend, is your fight still, rise again, my friend be filled with Light Ms. E |
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2islander2 Member Ascendant
since 2008-03-12
Posts 6825by the sea |
poignant, bruce, sometimes we can't forget and move forward, great poem |
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secondhanddreampoet Member Ascendant
since 2006-11-07
Posts 6394a 'Universalist' ! |
Many thanks to all you fine folks that commented on this 'write' ... guess I've always lived in a "Romantic Fantasy" world and don't really understand the need for all the 'relationship cruelty' of "reality" |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
The heart is a fragile thing and capable of so much joy and pain...given time, it is also resilient...and there's the rub! hugs to you dreampoet~ |
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r v wooo Senior Member
since 2007-08-07
Posts 656 |
Hmmm, "shdp", one's perception is one's reality. Interesting poem...want to share some of my perceptions with you. All dies! and not alone... Matter is neither created or destroyed...it just changes forms. Decay is one of Nature's change agents... and you are not alone in your experience, so, keep on truckin'. The world around us is a beautiful place. |
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