Sunday, April 5, 2015

Once there was birdsong



There's a pounding in my heart
Where once there was birdsong
That sweet trill, that thrill
But all that has now gone

I was not careful enough
So my suitcase is packed
Before war breaks out
Our relationship cracked

Our dispute is now over
Love's fruit did not survive
Blown away by winter's wind
Now sunk full fathoms five

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31 comments:

  1. love that touch of The Tempest in the end...

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  2. Your to poems today almost compliment each other...one sweet and fine..the other raging and dark...i love them equally

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  3. I genuinely wish love to bloom once again , there's always a second chance

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  4. Sunk down so low! Hopefully it can be rekindled with added passion unleashed!

    Hank

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  5. funny how things change.. love the images you used.

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  6. Sad how sometimes things change so unexpectedly & happiness changes to sadness in a heartbeat.

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  7. Oh lost love can feel that way ~ great imagery,
    melancholic and heartfelt.

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  8. Even though this is not a joyful piece, it is filled with rich imagery that drives home the sorrow of love lost.

    Whirligig Bits and Pieces

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  9. Intriguing.. absolutely remarkable!
    xoxo

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  10. I like how you weaved imagery into this powerful poem. I particularly like the third stanza.

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  11. Ah, love on the rocks, blown there by the winds of change. It happens and we go on, but always remember. Somehow these words are working small wonders today,

    Elizabeth

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  12. A beautiful but sad picture you have so very well.

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  13. Another of your more poignant poems. I need to eat some Easter chocolate to cheer me up now! Seriously though, this really is remarkable.

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  14. Oh the heartbreak in this poem...a lesson I think many of us have gone trough as we lose the birdsong.

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  15. "Where once there was birdsong", so sad. Beautifully written.

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  16. wonderful thoughts.
    a bird song could be sad and heart broken, could be cheerful.

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  17. In three short stanzas, you took us from the thrill of the birdsong to the chilly depths of full fathoms five....very powerful.

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  18. I do hope the birdsongs find its way back to these lovers' heart & ears. So well expressed in such short stanzas. Happy Easter!

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  19. ...but we learned the contrast, the beauty, it feels like bright sorrow now....

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  20. Spring may come again and let that love grow back. Happy Easter, Robin.

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  21. Oh, I like this - fits the illustration.

    Thanks for visiting. I've been a tad busy - nice to connect again.
    As always I try to write as single pieces, but Coulomb is the the 19 piece of the series.

    The prompts always take me in unexpected directions.

    All the best, Jules

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  22. Excellent use of the words. A poem that flows easily. The last stanza is inspired.

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  23. Ah, a heart rending piece, oldegg!! Beautiful. C'est la vie!!

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  24. your sadness of love loss resonates through, so well , from the pounding to the dunking; lovely and sad

    Happy Easter, thanks for dropping in at my Sunday Lime

    much love...

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  25. loss no matter how it happens is tempestuous. Bags are packed signals a sad resignation.
    Strong poem Robin

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  26. It;s all been said. a very nice piece.
    ZQ

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  27. I liked you're post very much and am only sorry not to have been able to pass by earlier ... all's been said ... sigh!

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