Time went by on a bye in a ripe gyrate
she had bitter and sweet that she willingly ate
the relation strings of emotions stringed and weakened
they were not quite as much happy as irate
and drifted away ,away and away
she was moored on an island of her
and spent years thus doing the thing
till generations came alive and called
in good and sweet little sounds
she had company some of children' scent
now generations have turned independent
and she is left on that island yet alone
now willing to move and find her feet
she is willing to bear any snow and sleet
she had planned a tour solo
to walk the hills and play polo
but someone knocked on door
with children not allright but sore
she nudged her strings to them
and found them so strong ahemm!
she unpacked the packed bag
and in the homely chair
let her responsibility laden
shoulders sag.
Author notes
let her responsibility laden
shoulders sag.
Dedicated to Poetess Sharon Lynn
Please tell me what you think
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excellent~
Another vivid poem penned by you
love the imagery in this one
It should be in a contest & it would be a winner
Hugs
Susan
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What a lovely dedication to someone. Very imaginative and so tender snd sweet. I bet she loves it. Thank you for letting me read your work for I am rather new here and trying to meet people and read their poetry.
Brook
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beautiful!
fantastic write!!
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How very nice of you. It is a lovely poem. Loved the intro.
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How thoughtful of you to offer understanding and support.
Poets are kinda cool like that. good job
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a very nice write.
a great story
the flow was beautiful.
Thank you for sharing
keep the ink flowing
fire
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this is beautiful hon!
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Very rich in text
I enjoyed the storyline told in verse easily to read and yet so deep in meaning.
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You have great insight. I didn't know I was that easy to read. Thank you so much for thinking of me. It makes me feel special. You'll never know what a smile you brought to my face.
Sharon
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