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Leftover

There is no point in seeking
emotional release when
there is no place to put
the leftover
seeds I let you plant
inside of me.

Maybe you can pluck me out of you,
but you will always remain here,
crawling now like ivy through my
hollow insides, widening your reach and
squeezing until I suffocate.
You used to grow here like
spring flowers, impossibly
sweet and so so lovely.
You still bloom in memories
I never forget.

I only wanted to be your soil,
sun and rain, have I failed you?
I don’t recognize you anymore,
should I have known?

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  • Asdzaa Nadleehe
    May 21, 2007

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    wow...bravo...
    huge smiles..
    I think im going to keep a close eye on you little one..
    Great stuff..!!


  • Debbysmiles gold member
    April 25, 2007

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    Rich imagery.. deep words. This is an excellent piece that takes the reader on an emotional ride. Well done poet. d


  • DenyMyLove
    April 18, 2007

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    This is such a great write!!!! I enjoyed reading it very much and anxiously await more of your work!!!!
    ~DAWN~


  • Matt Holck
    April 18, 2007
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  • Jersene gold member
    April 18, 2007

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    This has great emotion, and I like the metaphors you've used to show the hurt, sadness, loss of love. I felt this write. Excellent!


  • poetryality silver member
    April 17, 2007

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    Your use of metaphor is splendid. I love the natural feel of this work. It seems that love has shown its hurtful side in this writ. I was just told by someone that "true love" does not have to hurt. Maybe we should know but how is that possible? A very intense work here poet, filled with the reality of life and loving. Sometimes its hard to recognize someone we thought we knew. Excellent poetry!


    Much Love ♥


  • zt
    April 17, 2007

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    “To everything there is a season…” Even perennials have a lifespan. It seems the more complicated (or showy) the flower, the shorter its bloom lasts. Some relationships last longer than others too. And, like the flowers, complications tend to shorten their span and distance is a big complication. The swamp rose mallow lasts but a single day. There is a waterlily in the Amazon that blooms for but 30 minutes. Yet ivy vines last decades. I wish you well in this.

    Your poem is lovely and filled with excellent images that the reader can easily relate to. I loved your ending!


  • Nicolette gold member
    April 17, 2007

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    "I only wanted to be your soil"...that is so beautiful. This poem is lovely in its gentle sadness...the memories, the love of that special someone that never leaves us.

    So wonderful to see you back here on AP again. I'm glad you told me you are the former "Beautiful Contradiction" otherwise I would not have known this "jewel"!

    ~ Nicolette

  • a u r a
    April 17, 2007

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    Brilliant!

    When someone lives so deep inside someone it is next to impossible to uproot him from ones being -the depth of love portrayed here is so deep- pure - that it is almost divine- so I on a personal level think that ,'have I failed you?'- is irrevalant a question- how can a love so beautiful and pure fail anyone- if anyone has failed it is the poor receiver who has failed to value it and give it it's due-Your poem here is very well crafted- it has so much of emotions in it- it stirs the reader to comment from the soul-

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