When love hits, it's hard not to become completely embroiled. We tend to forget who we are for a time. When it's gone, we have to search for ourselves again. A sad write.
Sheila
I like the artistic "jarring" of rhyme and line-ends in the final stanza, Eileen, so as to create the kind of effect you speak about. You are gifted at effortless-seeming verses, where your flow is so thoughtfully conversational and yet you craft with precision. Yes, guess there ARE two sides to the Valentine heart, and you paint its sorrowing, raw and bleeding side well. Kate xx
Powerful write Eileen for it hits the hearts of all who lost in love...which is about everyone...we just have to pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off, and dive in again...Great write...love, Bonnie
I met Jerome on a busy city street in Baltimore, Maryland, when he was forty-five years old. On that particular day, I was out and about, enjoying a much-needed day off from work.
I wanted to purchase a sukiyaki sub. I parked my car in an area of
Sheila
Cryssa
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Sad, but so well done. I will remember this line and this poem for some time.
take care,
William
how you feel, am sending you positive thoughts.
Hugs
Dale
I feel for you . . . beautifully expressed!!
Hugs,
Lance
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Newfie hugs, Rose
Georg
Edwin