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Reflections in a lake,
like memories of lost love,
Special and hauntingly beautiful.
Sometimes gentle and soothing,
like peaceful, calming dreams.
But sometimes disquieting and sad.
Because the two who loved and lost
Are now but a reflection in that lake.
Alas, they cannot touch,
But they'll always be near...always.
One sheds tears.
The other tries to forget...for now.
Love, Trot
Trot, Thanks for sharing. Do you have anymore?
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Seven:
Thanks for reading. Although this poem has been published*, I don't really consider myself a poet. I was going through a difficult time (self pity I guess you could say) about losing my one and only love through stupidity (he married someone else). Feelings had cropped up again because I discovered I had moved into an apartment that was just down the street from his house. I truly didn't know it at the time I moved in. I no longer live there.
*Thoughts by Candlelight, 1998, The National Library of Poetry, ISBN 1-57553-724-9, pg. 181
Thanks again. Trot
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Ah, poems of lost love... I posted this one here a long time ago but yours made me think of it:
Endless Night
I've never seen a night so long or so quiet
As cold winds whine and labor in their fight
To traverse through bough and limb and height.
If God made the day, then the Devil made this night
Tonight my memories are chasing her in my mind
And what havoc they wreak in their desperate plight
To catch her, hold her, only to find,
She has vanished, slipped away into the everlasting night
Still I don't know what I did wrong,
What I should have said, should have done
I would never have guessed I could hurt so long
But then I never expected her to be gone
I walk to the window and peer into the endless night
High above the tree lined horizon hangs the hunter's moon
Over tall, dark trees jutting up toward the ebony sky
A night bird calls out and my heart is filled with gloom
Unbidden you came into my life and set my soul afire
Now you're gone and my soul is dark and cold
And it's another's lips that sets your heart on fire
On this cold, lonely night, it's someone else you hold
I'm afraid this night will outlast the bottle of wine
Then what will I do, while I wait on the light
Of the sun breaking o'er the tall pines
To give me reprieve till the next endless night.
Thanks, Frenchy for the poem. I love "If God made the day, then the Devil made this night". Boy, I sure hope you're over that one so you can get some sleep.
Trot
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