A somber day, in early Spring ...
that might be winter, were it colder ...
some warmer days perchance will bring
a ray of hope 'ere we grow older.
What use to dwell on might have beens
and chances lost and gone forever,
while brooding love, all unrequited,
could be recalled, but shall be never?
Now all those times and days have fled;
and who knows why, and who knows where?
But life goes on, so search for love,
fan the spark and let it flare.
If only there could be a way
to turn back time and stop the clock ...
to freeze for all eternity
that love, in flowing, molten rock.
Please tell me what you think, unless you are a total idiot. If so, keep it to yourself.
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nice writing Jim. Good rhyme.
Thanks for entering
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Wow, pretty much speechless
Such a natural flowing style
And what use to dwell indeed
"It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live" - Albus Dumbledore (My english exam was on Harry Potter/Tom Brown's Schooldays lol).
I would wish you good luck but...you sure as heck don't need it!
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The host ...
may not like rhyme.
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Ahh, if only I had kept up my French, I had to check that out (but what a wonderful little phrase).
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If only ...
yes, that's the epitome of poignant.
Thanks for stopping by and for the kind words. The poem is about my mother's Aunt Bess who died of cancer. -
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You and everyone who was affected has my condolences. And although not an obvious tribute, it is a wonderul one nonetheless.
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