Saturday, February 21, 2015

The Heron



Ours was but a hopeless affair
I had loved you so utterly
This was a foolish thing to do
The storm of our bitter parting
Has left me with no umbrella
Not the tiniest shred of hope
Before I had glowed so brightly
Now I was a deep shade of blue
I thought you were so delicate
Like petals of an uncut rose
Now still yearning, it is clearer                   
Life is a river flowing on                            
You were a heron perched waiting         
Until the right catch came along              
But now it is me on that post
Lesson learned; I'm free as a bird  
                    
  

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12 comments:

  1. didnt some one say "better to have loved and lost..." have a wonderful Sunday

    much love...

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  2. What a force of learning this poem is...fly on fly on...

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  3. There used to be a heron lived at the end of our garden by the Thames, when I was a child - such a clever, patient bird but, yes, FREE. I like where the words took you.

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  4. There used to be a heron lived at the end of our garden by the Thames, when I was a child - such a clever, patient bird but, yes, FREE. I like where the words took you.

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  5. That's right. Enjoy the freedom while we can. It is precious! Great lines oldegg!

    Hank

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  6. Heron's are a symbol of fierce self-reliance and direction. That spells free to me,

    Elizabeth

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  7. These words lent themselves to a love poem and yours is a lovely one. Well done !

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  8. And now you're a clever old crow ... or a robin, maybe. :)

    https://miskmask.wordpress.com/2015/02/22/before-i-was-called-back-home/

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  9. Beautifully written! Lesson learned...

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  10. Aren't you glad you learned the lesson? (I would be!)

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  11. Sadly, there are people like that in life. It is hard for me to deal with them as well. Nicely put.

    Pamela

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