she said she wasn't
up to going out
so I went anyways
and sat in the window,
alone...
looking out
across the boulevard
I saw her
in the window of the cafe
directly across the street
laughing and making eyes
at someone else...
I fumbled at my briefcase
pulled out my notebook
and got my pencil
as the tears streamed
then I smiled as
I remembered how
much fun I had
writing sad music...
perhaps it is
a blessing...
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I am slow to find my place. Sometimes the world moves by me and all I can do is watch. My sadness is not for me.
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Most of us are slow to find our places on the tapestry of living. Sometimes that slowness helps to weave the artwork that we are within and how we view the world. Sad music is something special for it allows us to see the joy that is its counterpart.
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Chryssa
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This grabbed at my heart. The emotion you put into this only made the simplicity of it all more charasmatic and true to life. Great job!
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My Turn, Jus
Now my words fail me, so just take these 3 bunnies for
now. Touching.
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Oh you wondrous Soul ...
do you know that I too write better sad poems than humorous ones?
So I'll write the lyrics and you write the music ...
Waddayasay Poet?
An extremely honest poem. I loved it. Thank you, Allan.
Love
Always Myra
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I have always known that you harbor a shrine of sadness within you. I have vacillated between thinking it was a flaw and a gift. I still don't have an answer. Yes, dear poet, I would love to take your most powerful sadness and stretch myself to accommodate it. Thank you.
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Sorrow is the most powerful tool ...
to growth. I can but thank our Creator for allowing me to make the wrong choices, for I was brought to face myself and God. And found immense beauty in loss. I also learnt to appreciate the "too late's" of life. It taught me to value the present.
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The key to life of unlimited love is to learn not to trade one set of indulgences for another. To cut the strings that pull you from the moment until you have no more. Then you can open the door to a different destiny. You have had many strings ripped from you, finding the experience painful, but the results glorious. We are of like mind. I systematically let go of mine. I too, feel the glory. Thank you for sharing that. We are kin.
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This is really well done, structure looks a lot like the one a friend of mine uses. Easy to read which makes it easy to absorb the emotion and image. You touched on an aspect that is rarely written about well; how we rationalize loss. Inspirational, a class write; thank you.
Amera
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That is certainly true. I was hoping there was more here than that. Thank you.
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