by CatfootAround here, Western Cape, South Africa
Nov 2013 961 Views 25 comments
Another Time Or Other Place
So often I still think of you
and I wonder if you sometimes do it too.
For the land you live in now
is way too far from here.
But it was you who drew the line;
that choice was never mine.
You’ve been gone for many years
and much too late now it is for tears.
Oh, if only I could know then
just half of what I know now,
I surely would have gone the other way
to crush this life’s wicked play.
Do you ever sit and wonder
about the times we spent back yonder?
Do you ever stare into empty space
to see how it might have been,
if you and I were born
in another time or other place.
and I wonder if you sometimes do it too.
For the land you live in now
is way too far from here.
But it was you who drew the line;
that choice was never mine.
You’ve been gone for many years
and much too late now it is for tears.
Oh, if only I could know then
just half of what I know now,
I surely would have gone the other way
to crush this life’s wicked play.
Do you ever sit and wonder
about the times we spent back yonder?
Do you ever stare into empty space
to see how it might have been,
if you and I were born
in another time or other place.
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Posted: Nov 2013
About this poem:
#1Hi to ya all, this is my very first try at writing a poem, so if the structure and technique is not right, please don't shoot me.
It is dedicated to a girl I once loved. A young love so true, but forbidden by the circumstances of the time.
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Comments (25)
Welcome to Poetry Corner.
Coming from you it makes it extra special to me.
Your words captured me and brought in. And yes I think many has sat and wondered. I find the older I get the more I think back and day dream. Yet I would not change a part of my life. It could of been so much worse. So I will settle for the daydreams of my mind
I promise you that I have never tried before. Something happened during the last few days that triggered the memories again. I have finally buried the ghosts of the past and this just welled out. I'm not even sure if I could write another.
for your fist poem , you have so very well
You have really captured the essence of lost love and how even years later , a fond memory can just suddenly appear in our mind's eye .
Many of us here i'm sure can identify with the "if only " scenario in regard to past relationships
Well done again and welcome to Poet's Corner
This was a rare moment of inspiration. I cannot help to wonder how many others had such an unfulfilled love in this beautiful country of mine with its turmoil past; a time when politicians decided who you may love or not.
I so pleased about the way it is received. To think that only a few days ago I told somebody that I cannot write poems.
I fear this is not Blog writing. Here you need a different kind of inspiration. It poured out in less than 15 minutes. It sounded so great when I wrote it on Monday night, but when I read it yesterday morning I did not like it; too sad and mushy.
I showed it to a CS friend and she suggested putting it here. She deserves most the credit for she triggered the event that led to this. All it required was the right question.
I may have to wait until losing another love before I could produce another poem for this came from the heart and not the pen.
Hey, that's a nice poem,straight from the heart... well put together...I enjoyed it!
well you broke the ice with this one,
believe me when i see a true blood poet and you are one.
I am as you are. . straight from the heart
without form or styles.
mostly inspiration from fellow poets
you might find inspiration from reading other poems like i did. . . which i laterdedicated to them. . .
to receive you must give
to give you must also receive. .
I was very surprised to see you here. Thank for those kind words. I am overwhelmed by the response on something I though was not worth posting here.
Deep down in my mind I have wondered if somebody was not putting you all up to say something nice to make me feel better, but I don't think you all are capable of it.
Thank you for the compliment, but I don't know too much about that. When it came out I liked it; after I slept over it, I liked it no more. It sounded so mushy and melodramatic. Do one have to like your own poem's?
ty for sharing the beauty that flows from your heart's memory
I'm spending time reading some poems and the comments that they had solicited. Sometimes I do not understand the poem, but then when I read it again after reading the comments it makes so much better sense.
I’m so pleased to see that some of the nastiness found in other parts of CS is not present here.
Is it your 1st poem? I think you still hide some, don't you?
Have a nice day
Hiding what? Personality or poems?
I'm glad you enjoyed it.
Rob
no matter if its 1 year or a hundred years these memories seem to always be as if yesterday.
Sadly I have lacked the inspiration since.
A 40 year old festering wound; recently scratched open again. Maybe it will heal now.
Congratulations to the both of you.
Take care,
Phyllis::bouquet:
Thank you for the kind words.