Silver Ribbons (poem) by Terry D. Robertson on AuthorsDen

Silver Ribbons
by Terry D. Robertson → (All Poetry by Terry D. Robertson)
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Well, here is a new poem. I would appreciate your honest critique, as I have not written full length in years.

The night is filled with silver ribbons Tied in bows around the shining moon Two people seeking what they need Gaze at the stars strung together like beads But broke and scattered much too soon So I found these words on Lilac sprays and butterfly wings And then sat and scrawled down all these Crazy things Before losing to your passion under the silver ribbon moon Now the years pass in the dimming of the day Love is waxing, longing to be free Having to get married anyway It turned out to be a necessity Wait—was that applause I heard From the mistress of the moon? Or just the bumping of the logs The breeze filled with silent silver birds Two lives grew apart like a dying flower He turns to me and says “You robbed me of my shining hour” I said “You took me for your vanity Under that silver moon now so dour” Love is an unanswered prayer grown colder Now I write on wilted flowers But my words have turned cold and sour And the moon is fifteen years older The silver ribbons hide behind the moon now All alone—as I weave them in my hair Yet I still want to believe All your broken promises where we once sat You must have had magic up your sleeve Beneath the silver ribbons Getting us to feel like that ©Terry D. Robertson

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on June 30, 2010

Beautifully expressed is this compelling and meaningful write, Terry. Sadly, you express a universal and timeless theme in this world/life. Thank you. Love and best wishes,

Regis

Reviewed by Sandie May Joyce (Sandie Angel)

Reviewed on April 13, 2010

Great job with this poem that fits the lives of many!!

Sandie Angel :o)

Reviewed by Linda Torrence (Reader)

I always feel like you are reading people's minds, when you write your poems? So many lives are just like your poem, which was so well written! I too loved the imagery that you projected with your words, to the point that I felt myself in that person. It's a shame that when you marry, everything looks so glorious under those "Rose Colored Glass's" that you don't really look deep enough into that person. Your other dreams are put aside, then before you know it, it's to late to get out as you've got to much invested in that relationship. So, the ribbons just lie together in emptiness, twisted but not together. Very Sad, indeed. Great job Boo, keep up the writing, you haven't lost your touch.

Reviewed by Elisabeth Barstowe

Reviewed on April 4, 2010

Sad and beautiful. People do grow apart and it has little to do with the intensity of the love first shared. So hold on to the precious moments, they're still as true as they were then.

Reviewed by Mary Lacey Desertrat

Reviewed on April 3, 2010

Boo,

What a sad love story. I loved the imagery, and wanted to cry at the end. You've still got it my friend! Excellent write.

Mary