A Memory “M” #atozchallenge #poetry

M

 

Loose letters

compose a written memory…

“Look back

to a fragrant past 

but sadly one that didn’t last

not a promising future

there will never be

removing that circular band

you set me free.”

 tear streamed  I walk

facing heartache of the day

why so long did I stay?

circling about the regrets

I write on a page

ripping the fluttering story

 journal of myself now dead

handing it back to him

the answer circled in red

he had held on

hoping to gain

once again control

“Look back scoundrel

to a shattered past 

but sadly one that didn’t last

you broke it once

so hold it near

pieces of golden band

is all that’s dear”

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 Metaphor: A comparison that is made directly or indirectly, but in any case without pointing out the similarity by using words such as: like, as, or than,

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What do you think the metaphor in this poem is???

 

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I Read Between The Lines #poetry #photography

between the lines

I read between the lines

still there was nothing

I read between the lines

and felt you slip away

still

there was nothing

was there ever?

I read between the lines

your first love letter

I know now

it was written to her

I read between the lines

and felt you slipping

from fingers that never stirred

never were loved by you

and I ask the question

Photography: “Between The Lines” copyright 2012 L. Moon

Shards of Love #poetry

Shattered pieces of us

unmendable puzzle

love’s memories are left

none remain to hold us

what is left my love?

pieces?

memories?

a calderon of desire on one shore

unspoken words on another

separated by more than space and time

our hearts will never be repaired

shards     of     love    ripped     through      you      and      I……………………..

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Photography Copyright 2011 “Pieces”  L. Moon

Extinguished … #poem

He will never read

the notes in her heart

His cold love

already warm

in the arms of another

***

She will never

feel the passion of love

it shattered like ice

before she could

unveil a beating heart

***

He will never hear

sweet lover’s  whispers

racing hearts

“Fill me with warmth

darling I am yours”

***

She will never know

a generous heart

words spoken in the dark

deep lover’s kiss

of desire

***

He will never read

her final pain offering

words of heart break

“Darling

~I am gone”

This photo courtesy of Creative Commons, Neal Fowler http://www.flickr.com/photos/31878512@N06/4598679917/

Dont know what to say (poem)

You answered

but

there was something there

or was there something

missing?

***

It had been joyous

every moment

of every

day

chiding, teasing,

laughing

loving

***

Each moment of each day

beautiful

like a rose blooming

each stage

a new

fragrant

beauty

***

Is this

the brown

dry

about to be

blown away

dead

end

Thanks to : CTwirler12 for the dead rose

*http://www.flickr.com/photos/7407251@N07/1546169250/sizes/s/in/photostream

Dew Rose by L. Moon (Top Photo)

A Last Tear

Looking up

with tear filled eyes

at someone who

once meant the world

***

empty shallow shell

encasing the place

where a heart once lived

and love poured forth

drip


when did the sun

stop rising on our love?

drop

when did the words “I love you”

become too difficult to say

plop

What did I say “yes” to

so many moons ago

Sadly


there’s nothing left

to shed a tear over