Lost loves in other words

Lost loves …

lighthouse sonnetLost loves in other words

They said she was bewitched in loving but I know that she wasn’t
just too kind hearted to hurt us all
Now you come along and say she’s lost something
with her needle and her fall

She was just too kind hearted you said  “She wouldn’t hurt a soul”
I said don’t worry men like us hurt all over
Now though she’s gone and who knows where
I  know this though I’ll go look for her

Found her in the ditches of the city alongside  strangers though
close enough to offer comfort
And I left her there in the dying throw’s of aids
there are more things than love that hurt

She looked me in the eyes when she awoke
and said “Your heart and mine should have had it all ”
I know I said as she passed into eternity
she died there in the fall

So we’ll love again maybe on some astral plane
how much worse could love hurt there
All human indifference will there be missing
where all in love is fair

lost loves

EdF

Sometime in my life, I started to write about my life journey, in poetry, in story perhaps to sort them out and enter them into a place of safekeeping. The soul of the writer is perhaps best described in their words, emotions and thoughts. If these poems or stories touch something inside you then maybe I have succeeded in sharing. I will not write about my self in profile, because self isn't so important in writing. Only the journey in words and the sharing are important. Why would weever say " Now about me !"........I'd rather write about life, nature, serenity ........

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EdF

Sometime in my life, I started to write about my life journey, in poetry, in story perhaps to sort them out and enter them into a place of safekeeping. The soul of the writer is perhaps best described in their words, emotions and thoughts. If these poems or stories touch something inside you then maybe I have succeeded in sharing. I will not write about my self in profile, because self isn't so important in writing. Only the journey in words and the sharing are important. Why would we ever say " Now about me !"........I'd rather write about life, nature, serenity ........

4 thoughts on “Lost loves in other words

  • September 29, 2018 at 11:27 PM
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    Yes, Ed, that was a powerful piece, with a biting realisation that there is much hurt in the world. Nicely rendered and evocative my friend.

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  • September 30, 2018 at 8:28 AM
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    Thank you much each of you for your continuing support of our craft , as much as we infuse art into this craft there are certain personal realities that fuel us no ? I was thinking of loved ones either our own or of others that have gone unclaimed for one but also unchanged throughout our lives , Thank you all !

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