Good morning, Martin. The last verse caught me by surprise and brought tears to my eyes. I don't always know where the poem will go! Thank you for reading this.✨
This is beautiful and deeply personal, but also universal, Trudi. The reader need not know what inspired your poem, because it carries them away, adrift on their own memories. Which is the role of art, I think - to link us all. ✨
First, a word about the rhythm of this poem. It is like a melody, accelerating and decelerating in tempo, coincidentally speeding up when it hurts. This is exactly what happens in people's lives—it speeds up so you don't feel, reacts so you don't think, makes you think you have nothing to lose—but you do, you have yourself.
Thank you, Trudi, for this wonderful poem, a pearl of the human condition.
That's a beautiful poem, Rolando. Thank you for sharing part of it here. White loneliness resonates. Thank you for reading and commenting on mine - you are so kind.💞
Loved it Trudi 🧡 Thank you, it goes up and down at the moment and a lot of worry and care about my dogs that keep me occupied 🐾 I hope you are well Trudi?
This is a beautiful but tragic love poem, dealing with love and its loss. I felt every word of it, especially the last verse:
"Now I button up my coat
And I fasten up my shoes
Without your hand to hold
I have nothing left to lose"
Good morning, Martin. The last verse caught me by surprise and brought tears to my eyes. I don't always know where the poem will go! Thank you for reading this.✨
Yes, it's a little unexpected and actually makes the poem. That's why I quoted it.
Oh Trudi, this is everything and more. Buttoned.
MamaCarole, thank you 🤗
My pleasure.
This is beautiful and deeply personal, but also universal, Trudi. The reader need not know what inspired your poem, because it carries them away, adrift on their own memories. Which is the role of art, I think - to link us all. ✨
Thank you, Lori-Ann. I agree. We each take what we need from poetry and art. ✨
Oh i felt this one Trudi 💔
Love to you x
Me too, Julie. Thank you. xx
Trudi, memories can bring us such joy but it can be so bittersweet. 🤗
That is so true, Jo-Ann.❤️
Beautifully done, Trudi. It's sad, someone we loved is gone, but the memories are good.
Thank you, C.J. Loss can be painful but the memories live on.❤️
First, a word about the rhythm of this poem. It is like a melody, accelerating and decelerating in tempo, coincidentally speeding up when it hurts. This is exactly what happens in people's lives—it speeds up so you don't feel, reacts so you don't think, makes you think you have nothing to lose—but you do, you have yourself.
Thank you, Trudi, for this wonderful poem, a pearl of the human condition.
As I wrote in my poem “White Loneliness”:
" there is a white that weighs and burns,
that of the empty walls of a room
echoing footsteps of solitude
whenever you lie alone in a white bed
embraced by the white sheets
that warm and snuggle a cold body
and a sunken spirit
in the white walls
that you built, stone by stone,
inside you
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That's a beautiful poem, Rolando. Thank you for sharing part of it here. White loneliness resonates. Thank you for reading and commenting on mine - you are so kind.💞
Okay you got me
That reached me
I will post my attempt at a poem later this week
Thank you, Steve. I look forward to reading your poem.💞🤗
There's an old saying be careful what you wish for
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Just Ssying
Heartfelt and beautiful Trudi ✨❤️
Thank you, Simone! Hope you are well.💞
Loved it Trudi 🧡 Thank you, it goes up and down at the moment and a lot of worry and care about my dogs that keep me occupied 🐾 I hope you are well Trudi?
Hi Trudi, that last verse speaks to me 🥹❤️🩹
🤗 I feel that, Simone🥹💞
It is a beautiful poem 🙏🏼❤️
That’s lovely, Trudi 💙💫🤗
Good morning, Joyce and thank you!💞
Good Morning, Trudi. It’s my pleasure 💙💫🤗
Trudi , a beautiful sad, love poem
Thank you, Kathleen. It is a sad one.🥹
This poem has such a beautiful and profound shift, from the I to the We, from the singular and present, to the sense of loving someone in absence.