Open Poetry #39 |
Living on Love |
poettothecars Senior Member
since 2006-02-10
Posts 1093New Zealand |
5670 Living on Love 02 September 2006 Like a string on a tight rope there was your care and your love Yet what would become of the broken hearted to be left alone, far from kind in ways to seek As if you were tomorrow and yesterday had just began Where the flame was in your eyes but the destination was unavailable This placement of time where you and I would greet As if every day previous was never there the day the sunlight and sparkle gather to add an additional shine to your hair Then we would both know in our hearts this associating created to dwell Making a living on love No more hunger, no more pain to endure because next to you, I would indeed share The day of today, the day when time began because into your eyes to see I would indeed look and know I can “What becomes of the broken hearted Who had love that's now departed I know I've got to find Some kind of peace of mind, maybe” Lyrics: What Becomes of the Broken Hearted 1966 hit recording as performed by Jimmy Ruffin (Born: 07 May 1939 in Collinsville, Mississippi, USA) © 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet) a poet who cares |
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froggy Senior Member
since 2003-06-23
Posts 1893Michigan |
A wonderful read. :-) Until he extends the circle of his compassion to all living things, |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
You translated those lyrics into a lovely poem. Ea |
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poettothecars Senior Member
since 2006-02-10
Posts 1093New Zealand |
It was more of an accident on my part, or a coincidence that in listening to the whispering of my inner-voice, the words appeared from my head, that related to the line of the song Nothing is ever planned in my world of writing, it just happens While your comments and thoughts were certainly welcome in my world of whispering thoughts from within As the kind of love the poem was inspired by is just beginning to blossom Some call that insanity (some might say poetry) a poet who cares [This message has been edited by poettothecars (09-03-2006 07:44 AM).] |
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