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
Lesson learned; I'm free as a bird
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didnt some one say "better to have loved and lost..." have a wonderful Sunday
ReplyDeletemuch love...
What a force of learning this poem is...fly on fly on...
ReplyDeleteThere 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.
ReplyDeleteThere 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.
ReplyDeleteThat's right. Enjoy the freedom while we can. It is precious! Great lines oldegg!
ReplyDeleteHank
Heron's are a symbol of fierce self-reliance and direction. That spells free to me,
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
These words lent themselves to a love poem and yours is a lovely one. Well done !
ReplyDeleteAnd now you're a clever old crow ... or a robin, maybe. :)
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Solid ending sir!
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written! Lesson learned...
ReplyDeleteAren't you glad you learned the lesson? (I would be!)
ReplyDeleteSadly, there are people like that in life. It is hard for me to deal with them as well. Nicely put.
ReplyDeletePamela