When my thoughts won’t come out as phrases…
When my brush won't dance with the canvas
The scent of the fresh paint,
still stirs the best of my emotions…
The music brings back old memories,
but it comes from a far distance…
The ripe apple of my eye
has fallen down from the tree…
I feel her touch on my face...
but the sensation of motherhood
has been replaced …
My heart is full of agony…
I look at the old portrait of us
And the river fills my eyes…
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Oh God...this is so sad an ending, and the first four line are just amazing, specially the fourth line. But my favourite lines in this poem are " but the sensation of motherhood has been replaced …"
I truly admire your thoughts and how your weave them into wonderful poetry. Most of all, what I like best about your work is the language you use, jsut as how all great poets who live and died did! I think youa re certainly one of the best writers on AP. I would encourage you to enter in some of the contest that your poems fit in.
keep penning, you're wonderful!
Lencio -
just simply beautiful, i truly loved it. the imagery ahhh welldone.
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