by stan n nassano
Friday, July 06, 2007
Rated "G" by the Author.
Print Save Become a Fan
You always scared me
This fear I long held
Someday you would disappear, slip away
Leave me to myself
My insecurities, my issues
My own self-fulfilling prophecy
Did you leave or did I
Drive you away
Two souls struggling, in the turbulence of a
Crashing sea of change
Pulling each, under
In a deadly embrace
Caught in the riptide of emotion
Forced to release, the fragile grip
Soon washed away, carried adrift
Still, I do search
These rolling swells of asphalt
On this morning, commute
Down this highway, shrouded in fog
In a state of wonder, as how these feelings surfaced
Floated up a new, all because I thought
For a brief second caught
A rearview glimpse of you
Head up, eyes forward
Want to review or comment on this
Click here to login!
Need a FREE Reader Membership?
Click here for your Membership!
|Reviewed by blue soplain
|...that final strophe was culminating... . ending. ..
blending how souls can become intertwined and that last long look after separation can sometimes barely be deciphered:: is that you or me im staring at? which one of us is leaving? being left?
but also, this feels like a whole life, not jsut a person. ..
it has the introspectiveness of awareness of self, trying to change their soul. ..or leave a mark. .and the ghost of what we were, what we've done, keeps behind us always. ..
and we get to a point of unrecognition, of where am i?
such double intendres.
and i love the silence bereft and stoic in the finality.
|Reviewed by Myrna Badgerow
|I think whenever we lose someone we love (for whatever reason) one of the hardest things to face is that first someone we see looks like them or sounds them or says something just as they would.. I remember the first time it happened to me and it was tough.. This is quite a poignant piece of writing....
|Reviewed by jude forese
|well written self-reflective poem ...|
|Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart
|Such an emotive poem, beautifully penned Stan.|
|Reviewed by Georg Mateos
|A case of the door that wouldn't totally close with the hope that whatever going/pushed/commanded out, like a boomerang, returned.
You will wait for a long time.
Silence will allways return.
|Reviewed by Sue Hess
|wow this is exceptional|
|Reviewed by D Johnson
|This work could be a scene in a 50's dark, black and white melodrama, or a sad love song...or the fine poem that it is.
|Reviewed by Southern Comfort
|Well, Sir Ifen someone scared Ya that bad, I guess Ya should be a thankin yore lucky stars that Ya got shed of them afore they could do Ya some harm! This was a beautiful touchin write! You are very talented! SC|
|Reviewed by Barbara Mercer
|Exquisitely heart wrenching, fabulous pen Stan, waves of love }}}}}}}}} Barbara|