A lover wakes up to a reality.

The sun rose like most every day
Those things of the past far away
This morning bodes fresh things to say
As once more I rise to this play
My senses say my love is there
Her scent brings a blossom to air
A kiss to remove worldly care
This dream that my heart now must bear
What winds wait to welcome the day
What songs will our love tell to air
One wonders will time really care
When seasons of rain come to play
I look toward my dream while it’s there
Its kisses are drifting away
Now silence has so much to say
And memories such pain to bear
I think now what started this play
The note on her pillow won’t say
Oh why did my love go away
The sun rose like most every day

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  • Jswana on Aug 1, 2012

    How beautiful. A life-changing event seems so unnatural in light of the fact that natural things haven’t changed a bit but now one’s perception has to change accordingly. Powerful, sad.

  • KittyK on Aug 1, 2012

    Wow…amazing poem/story…

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  • gaby7 on Aug 2, 2012

    A moving poem here! Thanks Martin!

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  • elee on Aug 2, 2012

    very nicee

  • Derdriu on Aug 2, 2012

    Martin, I like it!
    Most brilliantly, you’ve chosen one of the repetitive end-word, refrained-phrase, and rhyme scheme poetic formats which I so hold dear: they explore far deeper and wider ranges of feeling and thinking through multiple revisits and re-visits of events (the sunrise, the note, the physical absence despite powerful emotions, memories and traces of what once was).
    Respectfully, and with many many many thanks, Derdriu

  • lauralu on Aug 2, 2012

    Very good

  • stevetheblogger on Aug 2, 2012

    Martin yet again wonderful
    Best Wishes

  • Kristie Claar on Aug 2, 2012

    Great poem

  • Ponorogozone on Aug 3, 2012

    nicd poem.

  • johnmariow on Aug 3, 2012

    Very nice.

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