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Saturday, February 2, 2013

For The Weekend



sometimes a sad melody
in the heat of the late afternoon
casts long shadows across
the dying embers of the day
and you remember

you hear their gentle laughter
you remember their sweetness
their vulnerability their goodness
the veil of hurt
that bound them together

you wanted to save them
but you could not
you turned around and walked away
you saved yourself and
it broke your heart

21 comments:

  1. wow...the choice between saving someone and saving yourself...its a hard decision and def one you have to live with...music can def bring those memories back as well...

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  2. ah...there are things that are not in our might to save...even though it breaks our heart.. felt write..

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  3. I like the casting of long shadows ~ The last stanza was well done, saving yourself but not saving others ~

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  4. That's very true -- so many shadows and sometimes clear lines need to be drawn==lovely music. k.

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  5. ..I know those shadows...perhaps a different melody..nice..

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  6. That poem has a real air of regret, sadness and melancholy to it.

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  7. lovely lyrical writing - sweet melancholy

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  8. Beautiful write, very touching, so much regret...lovely!

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  9. Thank you to everyone for your appreciative comments.

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  10. so agree with you about humanity and our chaos in this ecology. lucychili

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    1. We are many all around the world but the power stays in the hands of the
      greedy " hollow men "

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  11. you remember... it broke your heart... it saved your soul... writing/reading does this!

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  12. I read this as an expression of survivor's guilt.beautifully done.

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  13. The sadness in this poem is palpable...but writing always helps. Strong writing this weekend!

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  14. great write!
    this could be as simple as losing a loved one to sickness, and you can't do anything about it, or giving up a fight against powers that are too mighty. that's how i looked at it. :)

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  15. Without knowing more it is hard to comment. The sense of helplessness, pain and regret comes across powerfully. Who knows how those left behind turned out?

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    1. You know Doddles the thing about poetry is you move to the another dimension where you do not need to know the facts...you allow your feeling to take prominence.

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  16. God grant me the serenity
    to accept the things I cannot change;
    courage to change the things I can;
    and wisdom to know the difference.

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