A memory will sometimes sleep,
yet in a dream reside.
The dawn comes, another day,
where old tender thoughts abide.
Should romance come again
and willingly play the game,
Return, a homing pigeon,
on wings from whence it came,
Old ties may bind forever,
hide heart and soul away,
Till love comes softly knocking
Unlocks Forever ... and a day!
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Balladeer's Pot of Gold
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Much enjoyed. Every line rings true.
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The end of a romance should not be the end of the world. Theres always someone just as lonely as you that need you . This is a sweet poem.
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A broken heart doesn't always listen to reason, but yes, that is the truth. Someone needs a touch of heart, maybe more... and the garden blooms again.
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The resiliency of the human heart is always surprising, even to the owner. Love always comes again to an open heart, but we may not hear the knock if we're too buried in pain. Only we can let it in again. I knew someone once who absolutely refused to let go of an old love because he thought it was trading passion for numbness or some such nonsense. He made a career out of not living. I figured he'd have to lose enough time and life to let her go and love again and I was right. He emerged into the light squinting one day, fell in love again, and never looked back, thank God. I wish I would have had this poem to give him then. I think it would have helped him get there sooner. Great work, as always.
M
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This should be in a contest it's that good. Every line has meaning and is a soulful song.
Your last line wraps the first up on a very hopeful note, I like that.
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excellent~
Beautiful
Love does walk softly doesn't it
Hugs
Susan~~~
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this is charming ... it is so well done ...
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Wonderfully written. I enjoyed the read. Love does seem to knock softly when it comes. Although, some prefer the use of doorbells these days.
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I so enjoyed the thoughts
... that you shared in this poem for it says to me that you have felt the love that is not of this world and the love that has a quality that resounds in the heart with a repetitive sort of urging.
Very nicely done ... j
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You say it so succinctly, "the love that is not of this world." How fortunate for us that it can reach us, anyway! I am glad you stopped here to share your thoughts with me today and am touched that you liked some of my poetry. Thank you! I am looking forward to knowing you better.
Karen
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A Lovely sentiment portrayed here, and rather melancholy.
All the best,
mj.
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Perhaps the "Bard" has stolen your sleep and left you resplendent with the weave of love and the sight to perceive its lushest weaves.
Love, Tom B.
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Ah, so! You like my meanderings? The bard has not stolen my sleep, only the guy sawing logs in the living room! If I'm left resplendent with the weave of love, at least let it come out in poetry, and may I shine on! I think perhaps it has more to do with second sight, my friend. Not sure whose, however...
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Love is love I guess no matter what age if arrives at. I guess it just depends on whether it is appreciated when it does arrive. I don't know, I'm too old and bitter to really care anymore.
What's that sound I hear? It's a rapping...could it be?...oh, it's just a woodpecker knocking on a tree. That reminds me of an old Thomas Hardy poem where a woman laments about being ignored in death and she hears a dog digging at her grave, she is happy that her old dog remembers her...but then the dog replies that he didn't know he was over her grave and was simply burying a bone. There's a "poor me" intended in that story somewhere. And I actually wrote a story once that sort of echoed that idea.
But all that is just me. Love is grand I am sure.
I hope folk find that romantic pot of gold they are searching for, but I'm too old to chase rainbows.
Mr. Optimism.
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It's ok with me if you are cynical about being in love. I just think if someone is open to sharing life and love, it's like water...finds it's own level if you don't try to make it flow uphill. We love and lose a lot because our expectations of one another and our definitions of love often don't match. Love is a great leveler!
As for that pot of gold, I always wondered what a leprechaun wanted with it to begin with. It is like romance: bling. But the substance of love is a lot more, and I promise not to tell if you opt to hide out behind a rainbow. 
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I love the movement of metaphor, as you use different images to show memory and latent love. My favourite line: "Till love comes softly knocking"
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Margaret, thank you for encouraging my attempt to put my thoughts in poetic form. I am taking your advice!
Love is sometimes quiet, but always it is powerful when realized...softly knocking...... or perhaps hitting one over the head to make itself known.
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It is true that one can believe that an old love will never be replaced ,and for some it never will. Usually because they leave the door locked while not looking for it, but leaving the door ajar it can enter, removing all that seemed irreplaceable. Planting the seed that blossoms into precious bloom
Excellent
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I am nodding my head as I read your comment, Legend. You say it so well. The heart is big enough to hold more than one love, room enough for each bloom to have it's own place if we will allow the sun...and I don't mean that in a irreverant way. Precious and cherished and whole. Thank you!
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Romance with a capital R, Karen. Timeless and beautiful.
Warm wishes,
Bill
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Thank you...Your comment is so softly tucked away here, I nearly missed answering, Bill. And that would be a shame, for I loved the remark! From one romantic soul to another...keep dancing.
~K
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I just love the songs that slips so smoothly and so beautifully from your pen, Karen. This poem is indeed a key to open doors t all that's beautiful and loving. You are indeed in the "business" of building doors and keys, my friend. Beautiful.
~ Nicolette
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My pen sings? Now I am envious...I always wanted to be able to sing. But as your contest suggests, love dances...so often without feet! Always a heartbeat, though, and a way of guiding until morning stars sing together. Thank you for coming to share your gentle thoughts with me.
~Karen
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Hi Karen
Well, I'm a "Born Again" romantic poem lover!
And you are the angel who did it!
I had to only read the first verse and the epiphany or synapsis or whatever you call it took hold.
Loved it! Simply and overwhelmingly!
Glad I spied this in my favorites, Karen!
John-Nevada
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Aww! "Born Again" romantic poem lover certainly seems appropriate for finding love and life again. John I'm glad you stopped in, too, and that this made you smile. It's been a long time. Now I'm smiling, too! It's good to "see" you.
Karen
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Sigh poetry dear lady as always C
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When memories whisper, they can cling like cobwebs. Thank you, Chez.
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Excellent Karen,
Like stated, this is sigh poetry. Love is indeed a key.
Joe
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Pie in the sky, or sigh high poetry? Sometimes, it just doesn't pay to lock the doors. ~K
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