Sometimes I start to wonder.
Sometimes I choose to forget.
The words of discovery
The nature of regret.
Sounds of silence fold
around my whimsical mind
who knows but me
and those who send the tears.
With greetings which disarm
and smiles that glow.
Who knew such harm
could come to me.
So the silence comes
to hold me
when they send the tears.
I don't mind,it's an every day affair.
What would happen if I no longer cared.
No warmth in my bed .
Pretty words live in my head.
Who would notice
the tears that I shed.
Love owned my heart
once...
by a precious man,
who taught me many things.
That love does not exist
if parents resist.
So now love is just
another pretty word,
just another four letter dirty word...
spinning around in my head.
Yet he is the one who adds
to my tears
which bring me to sleep
and illusions of what could
have been a beautiful life.
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I found this to be intricately woven. I like way it flows and nothing jumps out at me as awkward. Tis a sad piece however it is not warped by any undertow of bitterness that I can discern. I am one who thinks the last few lines of a poem make a poem impressionable, and here I think you have done a fine job. The last two lines linger in my mind.
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Thank-you for taking the time to comment.I do appreciate it.
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a good piece that spins language into another realm with fine grace and ease, ah love, it will forver play with our emotions, tears and sighs that twist us around inside the moments of reflection.
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Thank-you for your interpretation of my poem.I really appreciate you taking the time to read it.
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