fader Posted May 13, 2009 Share Posted May 13, 2009 Sorted by heart and memory Interlaced threads of history. Stashed away deep, most solemnly No longer allowed a part of me. Balanced and weighed against my heart Treasuring joyful, as forlorn departs. A chosen few always remain Haunting with their saddest refrains. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aleksandra Posted May 13, 2009 Share Posted May 13, 2009 fader you are catching the sound of poetry so well. I love how this sounds. The expressions are so alive and deep. Thank you so much for sharing my friend. Aleksandra Quote The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau History of Macedonia Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
goldenlangur Posted May 13, 2009 Share Posted May 13, 2009 Hi fader, Your beautifully worded poem has a sense of emerging from the dark ("forlorn departs") into a more peaceful, perhaps reconciled moment: "sorted by heart and memory interlaced threads of history" is a fabulous opening! You convey a catharsis-like coming to terms with the pain of the past and I love the way you close the poem with a sense that you still treasure the memories and moments, despite their "saddest refrain" . Thank you, goldenlangur Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tonyv Posted May 13, 2009 Share Posted May 13, 2009 "Forlorn departs," but A chosen few always remain/Haunting with their saddest refrains. The title drew me in. Tony Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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