For years her poem slept between the pages of an old book in the attic.. She loved me and I loved her but something went wrong and we parted For years I languished in guilt and self doubt about what went went wrong Time had blunted most of the hellish pain that had ripped through my soul in midnight hours But still..the question of why had lingered on.. I unfolded the poem which by now had yellowed with time It seemed a wiff of her perfume had emited it's last aroma as I opened the neatly folded paper Her tears smugged the ink within the lines of her soulful words and this stained poem was her final memorial to a love that had been choked by the thorns of misunderstanding She wrote in words of gentleness that make me cry for the magic of her touch What was I without her? How could I have gone on so long when the taste of her lips had awakened me for a thousand nights What can a man be..what can I be..without her In dreams I fall upon her neck with kisses of my soul In day light I grieve for her dimond moons There is no sun that can brighten my day For she is the day of my heart But where can she be now/ Who has stoled the preciousness of my heart Bowed over I clutch this poem as a broken Man Sun rise has lost its meaning Starlight is for the magic of another All I have left are words of breathless Sorrow All that remains of me are shadows of what could have been All is gone All I have are tears in the attic~
"For years her poem slept between the pages of an old book..." and then, after many years its content brought poignant memories and regrets to you - painfully heart-wrenching. Wish it could have been the other way round. Hope sharing this poem gave you some relief! Kindest regards!
FellsmanLake District, Cumbria, England UKOct 17, 2011
Hi Cafe
This is real poetry with every word riven from the soul: Years ago I read that poets write their best work when they are hurting, and your hurt is evident in every line of this finely crafted poem.
I salute your poem, I feel for your lost love...
Great write
Bill
Odette67Penrith, Cumbria, England UKOct 17, 2011
Stunningly Beautiful in all it's poignancy.
Macduff5Newcastle, New South Wales AustraliaOct 17, 2011
Hi Cafe,
This is truly a remarkable piece of writing. It reads like poetic prose, as if it should be part of chapter of a novel. Some very beautiful imagery here.
cafetwo2010OPHarford county, Maryland USAOct 17, 2011
Ty Marikia..' Thanks for your wonderful perspective. Almost a poem like analysis.
cafetwo2010OPHarford county, Maryland USAOct 17, 2011
Ty Mr. Fellsman..' The story is made up but I captured a feeling of lost love and simply tried to give it a name and face. Thank you my friend.
cafetwo2010OPHarford county, Maryland USAOct 17, 2011
Ty Odette..' Would this be a kind of sweet-sorrow write? Thank you dear.
cafetwo2010OPHarford county, Maryland USAOct 17, 2011
Sorry to change up..I thought the new title is much mor fitting and interesting..
Odette67Penrith, Cumbria, England UKOct 17, 2011
Dear cafe...I concur with you over the title change...I love this poem.
cafetwo2010OPHarford county, Maryland USAOct 17, 2011
Ty Odette..' Sometimes I get a lil' lazy on the title..Gotta watch that..
Truly a great love CafeTwo. Your feelings very real and relatable. Cry your tears and then go on to create new fond memories...for what else is there my friend.
AyhraAdelaide, South Australia AustraliaOct 17, 2011
Lovely poem Cafe2. Beautiful writing
Lavender_BlueBirmingham, West Midlands, England UKOct 17, 2011
I am drawn to this poem because of my love for nostalgia and precious things, Cafe.
You've really succeeded in in bringing this feeling downstairs....."It seemed a wiff of her perfume had emited it's last aroma as I opened the neatly folded paper"....wow!!! Very cool line.....
cafetwo2010OPHarford county, Maryland USAOct 17, 2011
Ty boyshchrm6..' I guess I need to come down out of the attic. Mabey..
cafetwo2010OPHarford county, Maryland USAOct 17, 2011
TY Ayhra..' Thank you dear..
cafetwo2010OPHarford county, Maryland USAOct 17, 2011
Ty yank..' I guess that phrase rang a bell with some writers. Thanks my friend. I think I need to visit the attic more often..
netmanMelbourne, Victoria AustraliaOct 17, 2011
Love your writing cafetwo2010, very emotional
cafetwo2010OPHarford county, Maryland USAOct 17, 2011
Thank you my friend Netman..' Always an encouragement to hear from readers from out of the blue..
EarlgreyteaLimassol, CyprusOct 18, 2011
This is one of the best poems i have ever read on this site, wow!!! thank you, pure Zen...
lucy777gunbarrel city, Texas USAOct 18, 2011
VERY GOOD WRITE!
cafetwo2010OPHarford county, Maryland USAOct 18, 2011
Ty Earl..' Am I missing something? This seemed to be one of my usual type poems but I'm happy quite a few seem to take a liking to it. I'm just trying to keep pace with all the poets here. But since you've given such high praise Earl, tonight at the Castle Party a special fair maiden shall be delivered 'unto you..'
cafetwo2010OPHarford county, Maryland USAOct 18, 2011
Ty Lucy..' You have been appointed 'Fair Maiden777.' The king at the castle would like to introduce you to Earl..
Comments (36)
Heart wrenching with such feeling,
"There is no sun that can brighten my day
"For she is the day of my heart
It seemed a wiff of her perfume had emited
it's last aroma as I opened the neatly
folded paper...very visual
the pages of an old book..." and then, after many years its content brought poignant memories and regrets to you - painfully heart-wrenching. Wish it could have been the other way round. Hope sharing this poem gave you some relief! Kindest regards!
This is real poetry with every word riven from the soul: Years ago I read that poets write their best work when they are hurting, and your hurt is evident in every line of this finely crafted poem.
I salute your poem, I feel for your lost love...
Great write
Bill
This is truly a remarkable piece of writing. It reads like poetic prose, as if it should be part of chapter of a novel. Some very beautiful imagery here.
very real and relatable. Cry your tears
and then go on to create new fond
memories...for what else is there my friend.
Fine writing.
LB
it's last aroma as I opened the neatly
folded paper"....wow!!! Very cool line.....
pain that had ripped through my soul
in midnight hours
But still..the question of why had
lingered on.."
Time heals the wound but the scar remains...
Thank you for sharing this beautiful piece...
Cafe
Kathy
I guess I best stay out of the attic.
Cafe
Kathy