Tomorrow when the sun comes up..
my shine will pale...my doors are closed
I've learned the value of passion
that holds the moans of a silent glow
The hard part of loving and the part that fails,
the mission of focus that got out of hand
In growing together ......now parted...
no value in the vagueness of now...I don't understand
Give me a reason...calm my desires ...
the ones that are flickering and pleading for more
For the one who danced with me...
embraced me ...then felt our love grow
My knees are weaker...gone are the plans...
you know the ones of floating through skies
Smelling the flowers and walking the paths...
hand in hand humming... no reasoning denied
Future and laughter , the comfort and bliss...
the fighting that ends in a tenderness kiss
The clutch for a moment ...moonlight all around..
the smile so electric with the shine that I'll miss
My heart is like his, with pride all entrapped...
sheltered from love... my what a grind!
Broken down guesses with missives amiss,
barely hearts beat when missing it's shine.
An exceptionally crafted piece, Susan, creating varied emotions, from the ecstacy of the pinnacle of Love's realms to the crashing sensation of losing the shine of self within the depths of the mind and heart. An aching, unswerving view of having your heart's desire, tempered by reality's unstructured, unloving death of life.
yes this is an excellent poem, it expresses the pain without beleaguring it.
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on March 3, 2005
I wish you were close enough to hug. This is the absolute best poem I have ever read about a love affair failing. Usually you get the whines and pleas and woe-is-me kinda stuff from these kind of poems. This one is so refreshing and so honest and even upbeat without being sarcastic. I don't believe I am getting across what I am really feeling here. Let me put it this way; This was a damn fine poem about a breakup that should or should not have happened, but as far as your part in it is concerned, you are accepting it for what it is and ARE NOT ALLOWING IT TO CRIPPLE YOU MENTALLY! Good for you and I wish you all the very best. Whadda poem.
Reviewed by Judy Lloyd (Reader)
Reviewed on March 3, 2005
I agree with Ed and also I am glad that you are coming back. Sometimes when I don't write as much here it is because I still have residual problems dealing with things.
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the range of emotions here
outstanding........answers unfulfilled
excellent
Erin
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