Sunday, August 11, 2013

Reason striking a blow



The crows are circling

Over the scattered remnants

Of our long lost love

 

Straws blown in the wind

We once illuminated

Each others lives

 

Now alone again

My face so concrete and stern

You wallow in grief

 

Our love could not last

These pounding hearts were no match

For stark reality

 

Where’s the incentive                      

And what stars can we hitch to

When love’s race is run

12 comments:

  1. Very very nice. It is rather sad but so well written that I wanted to go back and re-read it a couple of times.

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  2. Reality has put an end to many a love affair. Excellent use of the words, OE!

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    1. To Marianne's trenchant observation, I would add a hearty Amen!

      A Short Whirl

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  3. Aw, so sad. Good wordle, though! :)

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  4. Brilliant use of words...and meaningful poem! Congrat!

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  5. The words does suggest a certain direction. Nicely wordled.

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  6. sounds as if the love is still there for one of you, however there is a heavy note or resignation.

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  7. "These pounding hearts were no match
    For stark reality"

    "When love’s race is run"

    The irreversible damage has been done, no chance of a reconciliation and accepted as fate!!

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  8. Yes, sometimes love lives and other times dies. Well put, Old Egg.

    Pamela

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  9. Just as with these wordle words, loves moves us in many different ways. Sometimes joyful, other times sad. Very real.

    Elizabeth

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  10. Robin, what a unique take on the Wordle. I knew the minute I saw the crows, it was not going to be one of your happy-ending romance poems. BIttersweet and great. Amy

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  11. Beautiful take on the Wordle. Your poem is seamless and flows along.

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