Open Poetry #33 |
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Guardurthoughts Member
since 2001-10-16
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Dear Tomorrow Yesterday I saw a movie play outside of my window, as I watched it was as if I was a cardboard cutout in a play that would go on with or without me. It was the couple crossing the street that struck me the most, So simple was their love, so precious was their time together. Not the kind of love you see when it first arises between people But the kind of love you only see passing by, a moment stolen That wasn’t meant for you. As I drove on I became jealous, that moment that I stole became My envy.For my own moments became so obsolete I wanted to be More than a cardboard nothing I wanted moments like that. The phone vibrating against the dash of my car brought me back to My reality. My reality….That when you get this precious tomorrow It will already be today and my moments will still be unwanted. Till then Je cherche cette fraction de seconde de liberté |
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Marge Tindal![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Erica~ 'It was the couple crossing the street that struck me the most, So simple was their love, so precious was their time together. Not the kind of love you see when it first arises between people But the kind of love you only see passing by, a moment stolen' In the poignancy of your word-thoughts, you captured a precious scene~ *Huglets* ![]() ~*Marge*~ ~*When the heart grieves over what it has lost, |
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exhale Senior Member
since 2003-06-13
Posts 646Alberta,Canada |
i adored this poem, great write. My reality….That when you get this precious tomorrow It will already be today and my moments will still be unwanted. |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
Not the kind of love you see when it first arises between people But the kind of love you only see passing by, a moment stolen That's the thing...it's never that kinda love that stays. Enjoyed. ![]() cuz fate is not just whose cooking smells good |
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