fader Posted May 13, 2009 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
Aleksandra Posted May 13, 2009 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
goldenlangur Posted May 13, 2009 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.
tonyv Posted May 13, 2009 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
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