The end, the insignificance of words.
You loved me as you seem to love so many;
they cluster 'round you like so many birds
that feed on seeds, a handful for a penny.
For when I needed solace, you absented,
and said my anger surfaced without reason;
but after months of brooding, I relented,
to let leaves fall and end the fatal season.
And in your absence I would wish you knew
that I am doing fine without attention,
a paradoxic wish in bright and blue,
which I will always be too proud to mention.
I learned from you to heed a lover's actions
and not his words, which only are distractions.
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Every sixty seconds you spend angry, upset or mad,
is a full minute of happiness you'll never get back. (Anonymous)
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Dear Sweetpea, in the past I have known of being lied to and about and how hurtful people can get. I had the neighbour from hell for 40 years. I cooked, cleaned, shopped, did banking, paid bills, took to Doctors. Then she turned into a schizophrenic and told people I was trying to kill her.It got to the stage I walked out and never went back.
I don't know how people can be rude and hurtful and I hope they have left you alone, you can do without people like that. You have many friends here who admire you sweetheart, me especially, so keep your chin up and keep writing your beautiful poems like this wonderful Sonnet.
Love Joan
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Dear Joan,
Many people have this or similar experience, as some people care or bother only for themselves. It can be worse, neglect is better than abuse. Sometimes, like an ill-fitting pair of shoes, we get hurt before we put them aside.
I'm sorry you had that bad experience - but you learned from it.
Thank you for your concern, I am well now. I'm happy you came to read and comment, thanks angel!
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A poem of eloquent pain
Words tumble over what came before
tripping over what comes next...
the guilt I felt and so deplore
has enveloped me in your text.
I have known what you have shown
and too, felt the loss it means.
But worse with neglect in my own
busy, encumbered shouldabeens
of no great import. I have known
few will bother, or have seen
what I have laboured and outgrown.
I am not as I should have been.
I live in words that all ignore,
ephemerals too late to restore.
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Dear Margaret, I am so sorry that I have not been as attentive as I know I should have been because it is so neglectful. Almost daily a new poem... replaced by the next before I have read. . . . I am almost ridiculously glad I read your sonnet! A wake-up call.
The final message in your couplet is beautifully restoring, whereas I know in mine--unless I can eventually sell the complete set of five Standard English Grammar courses, (40 lessons with answer-annex AND if it even matters anymore...) my own "ephemeral effort" is very pertinent. With TEXTING as the next English, illiteracy waits. The only consolation is that I probably will not live to see it.
And now back to work, I have a wonky title-page to repair and upload before continuing to update content of www.mattaweb.ca
(Simple address now that splits to Old and New.)
Click it; it works!
Keep well, y'all!
s and s
Terry
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Dear Terry,
Thank you for being here, now. We have many concerns and troubles which take us out of sight of one another for longer than we would like. Bonds of affection will never be forgotten.
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From the heart....
.... how we must hear and speak and act. Beautiful work with words of significance.
Be ever blessed and true spoken,
Rahad
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Hearts remember
long after minds have changed the facts.
Thank you Rahad, your calmness is always welcome.
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True
This is soo true, especially for me. i understand how what someone says can mean so much, but actions speak louder than words. :'(. Your wording is quite eloquent, and i like your metaphor, "like so many birds". i only wish that this weren't the truth. that people wouldn't use words to cover the lying actions. this is a good write, very epic. keep it up and enjoy your applause.
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Thank you so much for your comment, Sunset Dreamer. I'm sorry that this happened to you, it is no fun proving the proverbs are right. I hope that your experience leads to better relationships in the future.
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Dear Margaret,
This is a very sonnetary rebuke for someone (un-named), the tenor of which is, if anything, enhanced by the almost clinical coolness of statement and, of course, the usual immaculate rhyme and meter of its delivery.
The line: "You loved me as you seem to love so many;"
gave me pause to wonder whether the reproach could be directed at ME although:
"And in your absence I would wish you knew
that I am doing fine without attention," somewhat allayed my apprehension as I have not been away recently.
In fact, asked what I think, I am wondering why post this if the object of your reprimand is absent?
Perhaps it would be comforting to other readers who love you as I do, if you addressed the poem to "Dear......," (stating first name) so that the rest of us know that it is not one of us who has given you offense.
Having said this, I commend the sonnet per se and applaud it.
With love and hugs, XXX Hugh.
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Dear Hugh,
thank you for your fabulous emotional response to this sonnet. People should be concerned about their actions and how they make other people feel. You have nothing to be ashamed of! You are the epitome.
Dashed hopes eventually disappear, replaced with a little more cynicism and better understanding of the way people behave. Nothing is lost, a lot gained.
Thank you for your attention and support.
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