Open Poetry #15 |
A Treasure Chest Of Memories |
Suetang Member Ascendant
since 2001-03-07
Posts 5187Melbourne, Australia |
Memories of you are like hidden treasures that resurfaced today as I walked along the golden stretch of sun drenched sand My face came alive as I remembered your kind face and how you once loved me I was sure I saw your eyes looking down on me as I glanced up towards the clear blue sky And I'm sure I caught a glimpse of your warm smile as the sun reflected on the still blue water A smile I used to see so very often as we stood so close together and gazed into one anothers eyes The warming Summer's breeze felt like your arms that had once enveloped me as we gazed out to sea marvelling at Mother Nature's beauty There was once two sets of footprints here as we stood and admired the heart we had etched in the sand professing our love for one another But now the tide has come in and washed away all traces of our love and our footprints in the sand Dark clouds have now crept across the sun taking away all my memories of you and the way you once loved me Even my shadow that had kept me company earlier has been removed from my side as this beautiful day turns cold and foreboding I stand here alone with my broken heart and my lost soul Now the rain invades this day as it camouflages my tears and drowns me in my sorrow Suetang |
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Tracey Member Elite
since 2001-08-29
Posts 2808where insanity meets breeding |
I love that reference to the tide washing away the footprints. I could've written this myself. Ah the memories. Very, very beautifully written If she who dies with the most toys wins, then can I have some toy boys please? |
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Alan Senior Member
since 2000-09-12
Posts 1499right next door |
Sue...this is so beautiful but yet so sad. I loved the flow and I could hear the waves lapping the shore alan |
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The Rusty Knight Member
since 2001-08-29
Posts 414Texas |
Love lost is sometime hard to write about without showing bitterness. You have captured a warm past love and present loneliness without a trace of bitterness. The ...Even my shadow that had kept me company earlier has been removed from my side works very well. Death comes not when we cease to breathe, but when we cease to dream. |
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