In the nuance of a dejavu
Just where beginning starts
When familiar sorts through mystery
For forlorned and lonely hearts
A voice chokes up with every tinge
Then teardrops start to form
As familiar love wakens new
Then magnifies the norm
This mystery...the dejavu
As old in new emerges
Just as the new forsakes it all
With deadend loveless searches.
Where does it start, Susan, and does it ever end? For in that love, that deja vu, it's that same lover time and time again...and when you meet again, you know instinctively.
Love,
Taylor
Unexplainable though it's true, those of us who love completely are the ones who suffer the most, Maybe the answer to our searching lies in not forsaking anything. Love Pierre.
When familiar sorts through mystery
For forlorned and lonely hearts
I love this coupling. As long as the familiar is that with which we strongly and affectionately associate with. If our familiarity is strong enough then it can sift through the past, tease out the forlorned and lonely, then breathe new life into them in a dejavu dimension in which we can give more positive meaning.
Such a scenario would be lovely.
This is a very deep and passionate poem -- I love the way your work makes me think about old things in new ways (smiling). Excellent thoughts here, Susan, and always a pleasure.
Love,
CJ
Passionate as the lady writing it, this one reaches into the mind to make one ponder the possibilities of past lifes and the loves that may have been. Sweet...
Fee
Reviewed by Victor Buhagiar (Reader)
Reviewed on January 6, 2007
It is a situation we should really avoid. It has its pitfalls but it has contributed a lovely poem from you. Victor
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Love,
Taylor
Ron
For forlorned and lonely hearts
I love this coupling. As long as the familiar is that with which we strongly and affectionately associate with. If our familiarity is strong enough then it can sift through the past, tease out the forlorned and lonely, then breathe new life into them in a dejavu dimension in which we can give more positive meaning.
Such a scenario would be lovely.
love tinka
As old in new emerges
Quite captivating, Susan.
Love,
CJ
Fee
Reading your excellent writes
As I am now??
William
Love & Peace
Loved it,
Michael