Sunday, December 21, 2014

Your jet black hair


I dreamed of you last night
Of your long jet black hair
That you tossed without a care
And the depth of your dark eyes
Which you knew I was aware
In Christmas party's lustful sighs

Just where have you gone?
Why in my dreams do you I see?
From...Oh so very long ago
Those years have passed us now
When we said those last goodbyes
You just left, just why? just why?

Now that I am old and grey
Would you know me from those days
Of gentle kisses and much more
The thrill of planning the evermore
That all came to a stop so sudden
These memories now are a burden


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20 comments:

  1. So sad when memories are a burden.. And afterwards it's bittersweet - when sweetness turns bitter at a season like this..

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  2. That's sad. Memories should be a pillow not a millstone.

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  3. I hope there is a time when memories can be enjoyed for what they were & bring warm feelings rather than be a burden. But I know grief has its own time table.

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  4. Sadly sometimes dreams bring more sorrow and painful nostalgia than joy. Hope there comes a time when the pain is more bearable.

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  5. a heart scorned. i echo what J Cosmo Newbery stated

    gracias for sharing

    feliz dias de celebracion

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  6. Yes , memory of that lovely jet black hair becomes a burden sometimes....

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  7. Some memories can have a downside and never fade away, nice poem.

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  8. Until the last lines I would not have guessed these memories to be a burden. But I know the sudden stop with no time to adjust--onlty time to stumble and to fall. It is not too late, Old Egg.

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  9. appreciate the nostalgia for one who got away.well penned.

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  10. "The thrill of planning the evermore" really this is my favourite line

    have a nice Sunday

    much love...

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  11. I have my own dark-haired blackbird-hearted lost love....the memories are painfully sweet, no two ways about it.

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  12. Life is full of bitter-sweet moments and memories. I hope your burdens turn a bit sweet over time.

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  13. Cheer up Robin :)

    Such a tender poem of longing... she is still there beside you as you celebrate holidays

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  14. I've had plenty of times where I've tried it out with someone and ended in failure. Lesson learned: Not everyone is a keeper. Those who are won't let you down.

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  15. You sure know how to make a presence out of absence :-)
    Well done.
    ZQ

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  16. Oh those old bittersweet memories of long agos...what would have been....

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  17. Though may not be the best of circumstances, memories are more memorable with little hiccups. Great lines oldegg!

    Hank

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  18. Remembering what might have been can be hard.

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  19. Dreams can be enjoyed, or confuse...Wondering is a surprising element..What might have been, if it had remained...
    Excellent poem....

    Eileen

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  20. Long black hair and dark eyes...they really have power! ~ Happy Holidays :)x

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