Open Poetry #48 |
Poetry and Regrets |
secondhanddreampoet Member Ascendant
since 2006-11-07
Posts 6394a 'Universalist' ! |
Poetry and Regrets I shall watch for her forever with the last flaming rays of every Spring sunset, in the warmth of the soft Summer twilight, with the rise of each mystic Autumn moon, by the cold-inscrutable Winter starlight, Love is a butterfly taken wing ... beyond these shattered dreams and traceless, shadowed memories in this eternal nether land of poetry and regrets. --- b. e. adams (4/8/2012) |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
I can sorta relate to this sad, plaintive bit of excellent verse, Bruce. ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~ |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Beautiful in its melancholy, dear Bruce. Margherita |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
This is such a beautiful testament to how love lingers in our hearts long after it's walked out the door. |
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Ron63 Junior Member
since 2012-03-18
Posts 49Suffolk, Eng, UK |
A beautiful poem with wonderful, nicely flowing words. |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Beautiful, but very sad, Bruce. Owl |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Sadness often brings about the most beautiful poetry of all. Ida |
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Klassy Lassy Member Elite
since 2005-06-28
Posts 2187Oregon |
All the seasons of life are painted here in poetry of motion and time, but still waiting for one to complete the dream. Loneliness. This poem speaks quietly and wells deeply. |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
I would like to agree, but am more inclined as I continue to read and gather in the words of poetry and poets, that there cannot be regret for what had to escape from within... for it was all shared, and someone took heed listened, and took away a gift at one time or another, and that is the true gift of a poet to the world... so no, love is in sharing and you do it so well, Bruce. |
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