Life in Poetry
Jul. 29, 2017
Sometimes we talk togethermost often each one thinks apartof her gone twelve yearsa casualty of modern livingHer hennaed hair shoulder blade lengthlong strong dancers backSparkling eyes - a sometimes sharpened glarethe quick retort - the ever brightened brainThere was a rush of life about herthat stirred a storm on entryor when a drive to new adventurewas thrust up in our facesOf course there were parts of herwe never knew and had to wait till afterwhen friends would come and reminiscewould reveal both divilment and depthRemembrances come as surprisekicked off by unsuspecting tripsstop our breath - bring us to a haltthe stab as sharp as everPain softens now sooner than beforeallows another memory to surfacean ever fondness twinned with hurtenables the moving on with life
25.11 | 22:15
Grief is experience through the mundane. Simple but powerful. The accompanying image really compliments the poem.
07.11 | 11:14
A great observation! Social media can be a scary place... I also need to reduce my time there
06.11 | 16:24
A great one, Peter, in the context you describe. I don't read social media myself, I doubt my equilibrium could stand it. 'The balance of his mind disturbed' yes, I think it would be.
06.11 | 15:59
Yes, gossip is a weapon of mass destruction.
In my business as well as personal life I have zero tolerance.
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