There is a quiver in snow.
I know that it shows where ever
I happen to be. It blankets the world
I once knew and loved, but memories
can’t set you free.
I remember the day you first looked
my way. The smile I found in my heart.
The world was finding the beginnings
of green. I was discovering joy could
blossom and grow before I saw it start.
We took our time in getting to know
what we already knew was true. Holding
hands, acting like fools, we enjoyed
what each day would bring. It was easy
to sing with the birds in the sky.
‘cause we knew, together, we had
everything. Wedding bells rang as easily
as if they were fated to come. Our friends
all agreed that together we are
the perfect couple shining in the sun.
We saw enough falls with their colorful
leaves. Reds and golds before they fell,
hot cider to greet the cold. We couldn’t
of cared because we knew we had each
other to love.
Then there is that quiver with cold
I know the tears show where ever
I happen to be. The light is gone
in the world I once knew, I want
to have more than memories.
11:44 PM
11/26/08
Alexandria, VA
Author notes
I am remarried, now, and have a young man aged thirteen for a son and facing new seasons than the ones I had before. Love to say I have no regrets, but then, I'd be perfect. We know, no one has, yet, accomplished that and been human in this world.
Call it a response to a memory bubble or a reaction to the song. Maybe, just,
enjoy the poem and don't make it about me at all.
Please tell me what you think, what it makes you feel, how you are moved.
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Tom,
Your wife must fall in love with you over again, every day -smile. *shaking*
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I would not say I am that perfect, but often enough to keep love vibrant and fresh.
Love, Tom B.
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What an evocative honor and show of respect. The authenticity in this is loud and clear. I am wondering if you need to capitalize the "c" in Cause. it seemed to jog me a little.
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I know to well the ending of magical spells and how to often it was not a matter of good or bad but just not the time yet. It might be nice to say there are no regrets, but the best that can be said is at least there was no pretend or pretense. I have been fortunate to love and have been loved by some wonderful people. 'nuff said.
Love,
Tom B.
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how gentle, mirrors the snow drops, gives a sense of the hush that the first cover of snow brings. I can feel this one, for I have been there, my only regret being the pain I cause on my way out. This is a wonderful piece of writing, soothing to my soul on a cold saturday morning
thanks
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It seems that many of us know to well the ending of the magical spell and all the tides of regret that have crashed against our shores.
Love, Tom B.
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There is a quiver in snow.
I know that it shows where ever
I happen to be. It blankets the world
I once knew and loved, but memories
can’t set you free.
I was nine months pregnant, and into my second marriage, when my ex-husband up and died.
Talk about awkward, yet even through the bitterness, and the pain that was still very real, I mourned him deeply. He was my rite of passage , my relationship with him, and this is where I'm going in this comment {finally
}. When I was finally left alone with my thoughts, the first things I thought about were the changing of colors. Strange? His colors changed in my mind, and where there was bitterness, was absolute loss.
This write reminded me of that ache I felt.
How can we say we love someone, and then we're married again, we don't love them or miss them anymore?
I daresay we should in a normal world NOT controlled by insecurity and mistrust.
I love this entry,
as I love this song.
Thank you,
Jin
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Never stopped loveing my first wife. It would of made the reason for getting married a lie. It turned out we were each others worse drug. We were so co-dependent that we were bad for each other no matter how hard we tried. It took us eight years to destroy all the good things we had together. No one was a villian and no one really meant to do any harm, but we did. I never had to forgive her of anything but I had to forgive myself for all of it. Hope that makes sense.
I appreciate the note. It fits. Means alot to me. Thanks.
Love, Tom B.
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This piece brings many a tear to the eye, but through the sadness, there is a sense of peacefulness as well. Your depiction is not only of pictures, but of emotions that strengthen the poetry. I realize that your wounds are still tender from the seasons changing, and though they always will be, you have a healing power through your son and wife. Happy Thanksgiving, and enjoy your day with the family, for if there were a day to dwell on the happy memories of the past, it is today.
-Ari
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May your Thanksgiving be full of joy and a weallth of love. Yes, this will always be a tender place in my heart. The seasons change but life goes on and I have learned to ride the cycle of changes with a sense of joy and adventure discovering a path full of blessings and love.
Love,
Tom B.
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I liked this hon You did a good job on this! Good luck in the contest
Then there is that quiver with cold
I know the tears show where ever
I happen to be. The light is gone
in the world I once knew
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Thanks for stopping by. This is a sad story that I lived through. We all have a few, I guess. They make us strong enough to be big enough for the really good things when they come around.
Love, Tom B.
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You do catch the seasons for us all, and the vulnerability it takes to love, Tomis. There is a real aura of youth and poignancy around this poem. I recently told someone we live in a blink and find eternity etched in our palms. Seasons dispel and where Love is.... we are. It never leaves us where it finds us, but seeks the crevices of heart to plant its seeds. Some of them are rooted for a long time.
Karen
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My first marriage was never about a lack of love, but being too yound and all screwed up to know the difference between addiction to each other and what is love. When it was all over, we never stopped loving. Just, knew, somehow, that we couldn't keep hurting each other and our selves by pretending we had answers we didn't have.
I agree. Love always finds us and makes us bigger than we know. We have room in our hearts for a world of aches if it gives us a chance to touch and help a friend.
Love, Tom B.
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but what do you say when all the magic is gone? to have it all fade away, the happiness truly gone. to look back upon the memories, and just smile that once lonely smile. and have that tear slide down the cheek. to know that sometimes love cant last forever but it seems memories do.
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I don't have an answer for this one. I know it took a long time for the wounds to heal and I could look at it again.
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you mean i rendered you speechless? thats the first lol.
i just needed to rant alittle. to know that memories never fade but true love always does. the wounds wont heal. they may seem it at times. but something will always be there to either hold it open, or for that same wound to keep reopening. Save it a look, a phrase or what ever. but to just know that you loved once is a good feeling. -
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I was married the first time for eight years. We were as co-dependent as any two people could be. She is a great woman. I could never stop loving her, that would be a crime. We, just, happened to be each others most adictive drug. There is a lot of sadness around the marriage. When it ended, I had a mother with cancer and a her mother had a stroke. I lost three major woman in my life all around the same time. I can look back and touch those memories now. I am still a little tender and may always be.
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that is just so sad. to lose all of which you have loved in a short amount of time. but you have lived and loved, and cherish those memories.
in ways i think my relationship with my other half seems the same way. we can never break the tye we have. and it feels like he is a drug for me that i cant live without. every time i think i am strong enough to move on and go without i cant. and im right back with him.
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From The Heart
how perfect you took me on this journey of past times; and regrets i have had a few...but we all end up doing it our way. you refreshed some vivid memories for me....emotional, an my first season.....novy
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This was my response to the prompt from Fleetwood Mac's Landslide. I figured it caught something human in all of us.
Love, Tom B.
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And most importantly: Poet Tom
"We cannot thrive on memories alone", because we are Human. Some choose, because the time was right with God and themself. -
Moving, lovely just simply, beautiful
It flows beautifully, dark is to light... The brightness of this line IS VERY TOUCHING, You are a very talented, spectrum of a musical, unique, poet.
My favorite line is, " I remember the first day you looked my way".
This says a million words to me.. In my own hearts of hearts.
By the way if I forgot to WISH YOU A Happy Birthday, HAPPY BIRTHDAY...Belated as it may be...
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I wanted to reflect some of what I hear in Fleetwood Mac's Landslide because that is the prompt for this contest. I wanted to catch how things move through their own cycles and how we change with them. I wanted a high level of lyricism because I felt that, too, is important. Don't worry about the birthday it was Aug. 10th. I turned fifty eight. Glad you enjoyed this. It is nice to be able to do something light about my first marriage.
Love, Tom B.
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lol Seems we have reactionary symptoms to a beautiful FM song and this is a delicate look back against the sorrow of error that is completely human in us all. It is what makes life an infinite possibility be it good or bad, we still have those bubbles rising C
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I was surprised by how easy it was to write. For years I couldn't say anything.
Love, Tom B.
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