The windows were open
Fresh winds blew in
Our eyes met
I touched you within.
It seems so long long ago
You standing beneath the window
Never ever whistling a tune
Neither our paths, flower-strewn.
Then there came a time
When windows were closed
Away from prying eyes
In arms we reposed.
A terrible ugly turn in life
Made you husband, and me, a wife
Since then we live seven seas apart
You Mr.Jones, and I Mrs.Hart.
Author notes
Written July 19th, 2006
A contest entry
- PIF with a TWIST!!! Season Of Change by Spiritual Nature.
800 points, ended November 5, 2007, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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wow.... you are right with this poem.. wow... how have you been doing???
~Myriah/Wind
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Very deeply moving and I loved the last line, I didn't expect it! Great job. Blessings, Doris
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I'm happy you got two interpretations. That's the wonder of poetry. The more you look at it, the more meanings unfold....am happy you liked my imagery. Thanks for the kind words
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Thank you so much! God bless
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My interpretation of this is probably not what you were writing about. I feel that these two people were in love, and now they are married and not in love. The alternative way I could feel it was that they were in love and then circumstances led them to marry the wrong person and long for what could have been. Either way, a very sad story. I like your imagery in:
Neither our paths, flower-strewn.
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Hey, thanx Puppydog. I appreciate your comment on my work. Thanks for reading my poem!
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Thanks for the kind words, Adversity...am glad you liked it.
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wow... this is beautiful and sad at the same time... good luck in my contest... Evie
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A WONDERFUL AND HEART-FELT POEM
Such love and heartache all in just a few words. I think we all have this happen to us at one time or another.
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