A rain of old loves pours down upon me
I’d swept under the rug for eternity
The rug was lifted, when shaken, it freed
The spirits of lover’s once precious to me
The images eerie, though soothing to see
First kiss amid snowflakes ‘neath evergreen trees
Love on a rooftop with stars shining bright
On the hill in a back seat on a warm summer’s night
Some kisses backstage at our High School dance
Together in moonlight, my first taste of romance
Climb in through my window in my college dorm
Our antics of love, so much fun to perform
Once on my own the patterns had changed
I’d serve dinner at my place through kisses exchanged
A woman by all rights I was ready to free
That wild purring tigress locked up inside me
Love for my pleasures, no strings attached
Breaking the hearts of those not so well matched
Then falling in love despite all my fears
And crying my heart out in a time full of tears
Finding my “One” and wanting to be
But he was a one who loved being free
Going for stable and a safe choice for life
I found that the boredom created much strife
Now it’s quite different the loves in my life
We are much more like friends not husband and wife
We cherish our times together, apart
We are bonded for life by a love in our hearts
Still, I'm quite single, I like it this way
Not worried by being alone, come what may
Yet the spirits of old loves who visit today
Remind me of sweet times so long passed away
We cherish our times together, apart
We are bonded for life by a love in our hearts ......loved this part
Reviewed by Russ Okamura (Reader)
Reviewed on December 29, 2002
Poetry of mine own heart! You really know how to rock my world! You will be never alone, for I will be there in your heart forevermore! I love this poem as it speaks from the heart!
Just like one of my favorite poetess, Alanis Morisette’s music from “Under rug, swept!”
Reviewed by Amber Lynn (Reader)
Reviewed on December 29, 2002
Interesting write to take me back to happier days.
Your rhythms are quite exquisite here and I'm glad to see you don't write with bitterness of your past loves. I know men can be arseholes (UK spelling) but some opf us deserve a break.
Reviewed by Sarah Grinnell (Reader)
Reviewed on December 28, 2002
The first lines were absolutely amazing, and you followed through.
Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)
Reviewed on December 28, 2002
Now this one is exceptional, I love it, Sherry.
Reviewed by L M (Reader)
Reviewed on December 27, 2002
You painted a winterwonderland for us.
Love all the images
LM
Ahhh this brings back memories of Jeff. ;) Those were the days, weren't they? lol I giggled at your response to my last poem. The funny thing is, Now I am thinking that Fido is a man. ahahahahahaha ;) Happy New Year Sherry! Love, JC xoxoxo
I wrote this novel several years ago, I self published and never had it to sell. I have decided to rewrite it and hope to get it published within a few months for people to be able to buy. I had a few copies and gave them to a few family members and
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We are bonded for life by a love in our hearts ......loved this part
Just like one of my favorite poetess, Alanis Morisette’s music from “Under rug, swept!”
Love all the images
LM
William Bonilla
This brought me through many memories, and when we reach the point where we can be alone and it is okay, then we are never really alone again!
I enjoyed this!
Hugs and Have a Very Blessed New year!
Maria
Love from India - Joel -