Let me take some time, I find it hard
to disentangle me from all that's you.
My sorrow isn't done, I have to guard
my thoughts. These living strands are tough to hew.
Your body isn't mine, and mine's not yours,
though once we promised this until a death;
we'll brick in walls where there were always doors,
instead of speaking, we will hold our breath.
The end is not the end, or so they say,
but new beginning not yet realized.
Where is this start, if not beheld today?
Where is the future I've idealized?
This change is not the ford I would have crossed,
but choice I made because of what I lost.
Thank you for reading
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This sonnet is a joy to recite aloud. I love your poetic voice and the way you make me stop and think. Standing ovations Margaret!
Love,
Amera♥
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Thank you Amera, it is nice to have an appreciative reader. Best wishes to you!
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I came to read and I saw ...
the questions are not what this is all about, but the Answer already known ... And therein lies our strength. Love to you, Margaret.
Myra
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Thank you Myra
The indecision was difficult, and accepting the decision only a little less so. The passage of time will help.
I rest in universal love.
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The pause, the wise reflection,
the careful consideration---
all well-expressed by one
on the brink.
Take care, Margaret.
M-C
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Thanks M-C! Circumspection before leaping is a wise course.
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Particularly since the leap seems so irrovacable!
Sending prayers, love and hugs!!!
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A very generic read ...
as I thought about my new future as a widow ... your poetic words seem to indicate a splitting up or divorce and yet when we lose someone we loved we are left with the same beginning and that same empty sort-of feeling! I liked this alot although it did take me back to that somewhere in time that was sad~! joy
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Dear Joy, thank you for your comment. It may be that we lose what we were in that relationship, and have to find a new "me" to fill the emptiness. I'm trying to look on the bright side, but the view is wet.
Cheers, hugs and blessings to you.
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Excellent
Thought-provoking poems are nothing new from you, and once again this fits the description perfectly: from every end, a new beginning ad infinitum or until a worthy solution is found.
Until then, a series of solid poems will follow. Each one in its searching, of great value for readers whose needs will benefit from your searching.
Terry
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Thank you Terry I hope you are right.
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