Open Poetry #21 |
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For One Sorely Missed |
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Furie Junior Member
since 2002-06-17
Posts 39Myriad of Unkown Places |
For One Sorely Missed There is never one day that passes That I do not think of you. My heart is full with your memory. Never have I forgotten you. I may have tried to bury you But those dried leaves of Autumn Were not heavy enough; frail And insubstantial, they were Quickly windblown and scattered… In my mind, my heart, my soul You were all that mattered. And though I tried to steel My shattered heart, whose Flesh soon hung in tatters And now which bears the scars Of you, it just couldn’t protect Itself, divest itself of love of you. And a permanent winter With desolate, frozen snows Is set upon the fields of my heart For always missing you… For missing you The way that I do. |
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suthern![]() ![]()
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
This is bleak but beautiful... it aches and pulls the reader into a life that goes on when the vitality is gone... great write! |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
Very dark and yet beautiful Cold hands means a warm heart |
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mycafe Senior Member
since 2002-05-23
Posts 584 |
I could feel the heartache and yearnings here. Strong emotions portrayed, Furie. mycafe Keep counting your blessings |
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Severn Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-17
Posts 7704 |
I remember how I was like this once. That time ended though, but I remember very well what it was like.. nice work.. ![]() |
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Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia |
Bleak write, but some days are like this, some weeks, months, years also Keth Here in the midst of my lonely abyss, a single joy I find...your presence in my mind. Unknown |
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Furie Junior Member
since 2002-06-17
Posts 39Myriad of Unkown Places |
suthern - thank you for your comments and encouragement on this piece. Loner, thank you as well. severn - it is not always this way, when I mangage to pull myself from the past to the present. Maybe someday this time of mine, like yours, will be gone. Thank you. Kethry - Sometimes "bleak" can be cleansing, sterile, like the emptiness left behind after the purging of self-poisoning of over indulgence. Thank you for your comment. |
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