sometimes in thought I still go there
that rendezvous remembered
a vine covered summerhouse where
our eyes met, pale spring green
we both were so young
and we would be forever it seemed
endearing smile before it disappeared
your straight back bowed down
with the weight of years
by dark horrors of bloody war
your clear jade eyes were grayed
and it felt like you didn’t love me anymore
only in thought do I visit there again
where life and love seemed idyllic
I think about what might have been
if old men hadn’t sent young men to war
it’s too painful to visit the past
and I wonder what I still go there for
An intimate and beautifully crafted insightful reflection ~
Blessings,
Christine
Reviewed by D. Vegas (Reader)
Reviewed on April 12, 2012
Belle, We go back to the past to look at it one more
time so we say...but really we want to remember the
way things were and even though we can't change the
past we always say, if only...
What a beautiful piece of writing combined with the lovely and haunting music from the film 'Somewhere In Time...the combination is enchanting...Your words have touched my heart and soul...the past with all its pain and heartache has a way of luring us back with bitter sweetness...I can testify to theis...
Hugs, Diana...
This is so personal I feel like almost not commenting. However, I am always concerned about what war does to young men sent by old men. It appears from the poem, that you have been touched personally by that situation.
Belle, a deeply touching and romantic poem with a question mot ask a million times over in their lifetime regarding war - why? - your poetry is a special that I visit with great joy - I wish you love peace and joy my dear friend -- Jon Michael
The same society that sends young men to war fails to take care of them and so the sacrifice continues, not just in the soldiers life, but of those who surround him who continue to make the sacrifice. You return to that rendezvous place to honor what once was and to give it respect, through remembrance. A truly beautiful write in which your pure heart pours forth.
Amor
Rosetta was born in 1909 as the youngest of ten children. The family had more laughter than money and neighbors would knock on their door to ask, "Can we come in and laugh, too?"
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Blessings,
Christine
time so we say...but really we want to remember the
way things were and even though we can't change the
past we always say, if only...
Always,
Deborah
Hugs, Diana...
*La Belle*
and I thank you for the sharing of
yourself so beautifully in love!!!
Lady Vivian
asa
emotional visuals of the past Lady La Belle.
Lady Mary Ann
Ron
Beautifully put, heart rendering. We all visit throughout our lives.
Budd
Amor
Nicely put, Belle. Thanks Dick