In a diminished power of illusion
Her tears lasso a dream
Facets fade as the shade draws
Upon embroidered gloss she screams
In quiet sobs she remorses
What was then, is now... and gone
She holds the smile he gave her
Then pain strikes to her bones
Regrets of why it happened
Their crossroads of pure pain
When he came out of nowhere
Then for years echoed her name
It just wasn't meant to happen
As farrowed dreams paint fault
They bow to her fast sorrow
As her tears turn into salt
This world can be so beautiful
As dawn begins each day
But love can paint a canvas
Turn sunshine into grays
They take another pathway
Never knowing what is gone
To live a life without true love
Then go their way alone.
What a beautiful write. I sincerely hope this doesn't happen to us, I don't believe I have ever known true love. I hope to someday.
Love, Pierre.
Reviewed by Sharon Lawson (Reader)
Reviewed on April 6, 2007
What a sad yet beautiful poem! I've had a sad experience with past love but this makes me think how lucky I now am to be married to such a lovely, caring & loving man who understands me, respects me, etc. Thank you :o)
Happy Easter!
Shaz X
Reviewed by Butch Howard (Reader)
Reviewed on April 5, 2007
"To live a life without true love" is a fate worse than death! The sadness of two who choose divergent pathways is truly heartbreaking. The words and sentiment, although sad, are beautiful.
~Butch
Though this poem flows on a river of tears with strong and brilliant picture images it also leaves the readerwith a sense that no matter what the time of love was worth it and that hope for loving again in the future wasn't gone. Great one Susan.
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Love, Pierre.
Happy Easter!
Shaz X
~Butch
Ron
Potent image here Belle-o-the-soul. Such melancholy threads in this write, but still permeated with an air of hopefulness. Peace and Blessings to you!
Light and Wisdom and Love ...
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
Love Tinka
Turn sunshine into grays
How sadly true, Susan, for very many souls.
Fee
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Hugs, Laura