Hindsight
by ♥ Kari Hirshey ♥
Tuesday, December 28, 2004
Rated "G" by the Author.
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A quickened pulse, my thudding chest,
A heightened hope, layed to rest.
A voice like yours, but not the same,
Has raised my hopes up once again.
I hear you laugh, as I lay in bed,
I see your smile; engraved in my head.
I dream of dreams, never to be,
From this curse I must break free.
You wish for love, yet push me away,
You know your days, are cold and gray.
You lie awake, and think way back,
At what we had in the past -
A quickened pulse, your thudding chest,
A heightened hope, a perfect rest.
A voice like mine, one and the same,
Has whispered in your ear again.
You hear my laugh, as we lay in bed,
You see my smile, as you rest your head.
You dream of days, destined to be,
When I have you and you've got me.
I wished for love, yet scared you away,
I count the days, now dark and gray.
I like awake, and think way back,
Bitterly craving the things that passed.
A quickened pulse, our thudding chests,
A heightened hope, our love now rests.
A voice so sour, its not the same,
Its hard to look back on all this pain.
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| Reviewed by Paul Williams |
1/25/2005 |
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Another excellent and moving piece, it's always painful looking back on things that may have been.
Paul:-} |
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| Reviewed by ya mama (Reader) |
1/5/2005 |
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| sweet write kari |
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
12/29/2004 |
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| Your sweet loving self comes through strongly in this poetic creation. Beautifully and soulfully done, Kari. I feel so privileged to read this. Thank you for sharing this offering from your poetic soul. Love and peace to you. Regis |
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| Reviewed by jude forese |
12/29/2004 |
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| very moving poem of the inner turmoil of love ... |
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| Reviewed by Erica Ivory |
12/29/2004 |
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I wished for love, yet scared you away,
I count the days, now dark and gray.
I like awake, and think way back,
Bitterly craving the things that passed.
A quickened pulse, our thudding chests,
A heightened hope, our love now rests.
A voice so sour, its not the same,
Its hard to look back on all this pain.
It is so hard to look back on regrets. You have made this pain very clear. Great sorrowful write.
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| Reviewed by Thomas Lanechanger |
12/29/2004 |
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| Very unique parallels flowing from the vantage point of hindsight’s ability to learn from the past mistakes yet, holding on to the precious memories developed through the passage of time. I enjoyed the read. Thank you for sharing. Take good care and be well. |
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| Reviewed by William DeVault |
12/29/2004 |
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| I think anyone who has dared to hope, to love, to feel, can relate to this. Nicely done. |
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| Reviewed by Andrea Da Costa (Reader) |
12/29/2004 |
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I can relate and really felt this!
Well written.
Andrea |
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| Reviewed by Lori Moore |
12/28/2004 |
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| Well done. |
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| Reviewed by Pier Tyler |
12/28/2004 |
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| It's the agony and ecstasy of love. Bitter yet sweet. Thanks for this great view of it. |
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| Reviewed by abhishek bhardwaj (Reader) |
12/28/2004 |
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a nice poem depicting a common feeling when a person repents after rejecting his/her love of life.
keep writing
Ahishek Bhardwaj
India |
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| Reviewed by Donna Quesinberry |
12/28/2004 |
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kari,
there's something to be said for the old addage
holding on is sometimes letting go
and letting go is holding on
excellent rendition on this topic
thanks,
d. |
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