Occasional Outbursts
Her occasional outbursts
From a distant land
That I left far behind
Still reaches me
While I am lost strolling
With my young love
Her loneliness and
Failure to fall in love
Perturbs me
Once in a distant land
I wished I could fall in love
But I was let down
By treacherous ambition
Since then I have traveled far
But her occasional outbursts
Still reaches me
From a distant land
While I am busy walking
With my young love
She writes
She misses me so much
That she would cry
And in the hindsight
She realizes in remorse
I was her only love
Her cries so painful
Still reaches me
From a distant land
While life has moved on
And I am lost strolling
With my young love
posted by White Square at
5:37 pm
6 Comments:
Her remorse
Strand and coarse
Resiliant force
Does not abide
Young love's pride
Though past denied
Peace
Bittersweet memories and cries from the past. Love moves in its own ways...
when i first read this i am so reminded of Pushkin Ahay. Specifically, EUGENE ONEGIN. and i'm not sure why? perhaps because i see images of Tatyana's plight in your poem. though i'm not sure...i'll come back to this...
Very sad. 'Only' love is a little love. Love once had can never be 'lost', only new love found.
Cheers
Glenn
PS My dad gave me some sage advice before travalling overseas..."Don't fall in love with someone from another country" ... similar but different.
Hi Ozy,Gary, Scheherazade and Glenn,
I feel honored by your distinguished and highly valuable comments. It never gets better than this to have you four together at a time each so talented and so special to me! I am lucky to have you as readers. Thank you so much for this.
cheers!
Thank you for your memories. I think so many of us have that love we hold in our hearts and hear from a distance while our current life moves on with reality.
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