Sometimes our memories are brought forth by the most everyday occurences..and we wonder if it will always be so.
This piece is written in those tumbling tercets I love so much but this time with an afterthought.. at least, that's what I'm calling it..)
Leftover Secrets
sunset lies before me in painted blues and gold and crimson, leftover secrets of sky
and sun, of a day now done, slipping away with barely a whisper to mark its
passing... and once more I am reminded of you and your quiet brilliance, your vibrancy
softly hidden within timid smiles and shy whispers, how you tiptoed out of my life and how
I wish you could have stayed longer... and I silently wonder as the sun descends below
golden horizons if there will ever come a time when your memory does not drift upon
each sunset, when I do not feel you beside me in the hush of twilight... or when
your whisper is no longer heard in these leftover secrets of sky and sun
I do agree with Butch below...that this form seems to have been created for you. I have always loved your work...especially your sonnets but these tumbling tercets of yours I believe are your medium.
This piece is incredibly powerful...poignant but with a strength of purpose to it. It is without doubt one of your exceptional pieces.
Reviewed by Butch Howard (Reader)
Reviewed on June 22, 2007
This touches my heart as I can relate to that feeling of longing that never seems to go away, Myrna; such truth and beauty in your words make me tend to agree with your afterthought. You are the master of this form; it's as if it were created just for you.
~Butch Howard
Heart warming though also blue write about the losses that accompany what love often offers for just a fleeting moment in our lifes. Very nice capture for sure...
Fee
Another wonderful poem from your basket of left over dreams.
Your words tumble from the heart... and we don't go wrong there.
Also, such lovely phrases bring back memories to your reader.
I especially like, "... how you tiptoed out of my life..."
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
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This piece is incredibly powerful...poignant but with a strength of purpose to it. It is without doubt one of your exceptional pieces.
~Butch Howard
Be safe,
Karen
Fee
Your words tumble from the heart... and we don't go wrong there.
Also, such lovely phrases bring back memories to your reader.
I especially like, "... how you tiptoed out of my life..."
- Bill