I chanced upon an oddity, a certain point of view;
a taste of life's reality, though different, held by few.
A certain point of clarity, a rarity indeed,
that spoke through time of charity, and giving to each need.
A softer hand than I had planned had touched me to delight,
and though we tried to understand, we couldn't get it right.
Tasting what I knew back when a friend was hard to find,
I saw more than most comprehend, and knew which sort was kind.
A kiss forever after, though the laughter may be loud;
mocking brings disaster to the wanton and the proud.
Without regret we had not met, except in point of view,
a mind in kind (while often wet), delicious in review.
Choices made in life's charade of vaunted elegance
created shade where we had laid and needed no defense.
Now undone, yes almost through, remember what we are;
races won complete the view, while looking on the star.
A kiss forever after, for your forehead much like mine;
a kiss, despite the laughter of the drunken, soaked with wine.
Without regret I think of you, who left me for this life;
who chose instead a better view, may God keep you from strife.
Author notes
There are many people I used to talk with, most get carried off to life's distractions, a few of them stay with me in spirit through the years, a choice I make...because they are worth it.
A contest entry
- The Choices We Make by LunaAmara.
800 points, ended December 19, 2008, 21 entries
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i can definitely relate to this. there are so many people i used to be close to, but now i'm not. some i don't even talk to.
i liked the rhyme
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Very well crafted, and touching; I too have friends from what seems like lifetimes ago, and we are rarely in touch. But they remain so important to me. This was a very great read.


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Thanks very much!
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I found two lines in this that I disliked. I then realised that I'd misread those two lines, and that they were, in fact, just as great as the rest of it. You're yet to write a poem that I don't think is excellent (of course, I've not read them all, but that's irrelevent).


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It happens...
I remember reading a poem and asking a few questions about it, and the author cracked up, I misread most of it. Thanks very much for the reads and comments! (as far as reading them all, I don't think anyone has that much time on their hands..)
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