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The Letters
Contributed by
bobbyclay56
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Sunday, 13th November 2011 @ 02:50:26 PM in AEST
Topic:
LoveRemembered
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The Letters
Its late at night and I sit and I ponder
Invoking spirits well into the night
I yearn for sleep but will it come, I wonder
The wind rattles the panes disrupting the quite
It seems the past Ive come to dwell in
Its something the old should never do
Its a place where your ghost come calling
And those ghosts are my memories of you
On the table before me a faded picture
Of a beautiful and youthful Marie
Her youth and my ambition, a poor mixture
For a girl that had just turned seventeen
A picnic spoiled beneath an arbor
Eating grapes as we hide from the rain
Deep apprehensions I did harbor
My leaving I tried to tell, but in vain
The devil in me was appalling
Promises made I knew I wouldnt keep
I kissed her cheek and said later my darling
It was the last time I saw Marie
Tear stained letters were she cried
For months they came every day
I could not open them nor could I reply
Sadly I tossed the letters away
In my life I became wealthy and bold
But she crossed my mind each day
I sit here now all wrinkled and old
Wishing to god I had not thrown those letters away
Poem by R. E. Poore
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bobbyclay56
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2011-11-13 14:50:26]
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Re: The Letters
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by dvtpdw on
Sunday, 13th November 2011 @ 03:54:48 PM AEST
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| Oh, that we could go back, what wrongs would we make right, what love would we grab. |
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Re: The Letters
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by FlintHunter on
Monday, 14th November 2011 @ 04:52:41 AM AEST
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'The Letters' is an eloquent and extraordinary poem. I loved reading it -- tho' its subject is sad; still it sings of self-awareness -- and that is a Gift -- whenever it comes. Bravo! A wonderful poem!
--FlintHunter
Contributed by bobbyclay56 on Sunday, November 13 2011 @ 14:50:26 AEST
Topic: Love Remembered
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