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A LOVE-LIFE
before, during, after fame
does not love-its flame
continue the burning
never adjourning?
once
loved by an artist who
travels every place
the world over,
dancing on her toe
now
oh! I miss her face
now
oh! I miss her face
God, I miss her so...
not secret our love,
neither was for show
remember
remember
two beautiful trees
grew side-by-side
roots entangled
but never tied
and so
and so
we met--before fame.
even during, next,
shall not the flame
continue its burn?
truest of loves
have no adjourn...
now this
now this
we shall meet, and greet
on street or shore...
"Merely this, and
nothing more." ♥
"Merely this, and
nothing more." ♥
--steveroni
(Sep 2013)
Quite a poignant write.
ReplyDeleteHA! I looked up "poignant" to make sure...THANKS!
DeleteSorry you had to look up the word, Steve. I really DID like your poem. Smiles.
DeleteI must tell you I really enjoyed this poem, Steve;
ReplyDeleteI especially like these words ...
*truest of loves
have no adjourn*
smiles...is to meet them not enough? luckily i won my ballerina...and occassionally i can still convince her to dance for me....but if not, was to know them only briefly enough...perhaps...i understand that love....smiles.
ReplyDeletesmiles....sometimes that's just enough.. and who knows how it would've turned out if there had been more.. i like the growing side by side..
ReplyDeleteGood enough!
DeleteI like the depth of thought and emotion I can find in every poems.
ReplyDelete... looking back into one's past is only worth it, when one can smile about it ...
ReplyDeleteSMILES!
DeleteSteve, I was so very touched by the truly kind words you left last night on my poems.
ReplyDeleteYou actually brought a 'few tears' but good tears.
I had to come by and thank you, thank you so much, kind sir!
Peace and joy be with you, always!
Margie
First of all I love the Degas painting.. it really pulled you right into this story on how life never goes as one hopes. The meeting at the end especially touched me...
ReplyDeletelovely poem..loved 'roots entangled but never tied'..sad how that too often happens..never quite get the grasp on it..enjoyed the format to your poem..thanks for sharing
ReplyDeleteStrong words, very in depth and a lot of visuals in your way of thinking.
ReplyDeleteBravo! my friend. :)
A heartfelt composition. Good read.>KB
ReplyDeleteI like the imagery of this:
ReplyDeletetwo beautiful trees
grew side-by-side
roots entangled
but never tied
Have a good week Steve ~
Beautiful painting and beautiful words written with heart...
ReplyDeleteHaunting, mournful, sad and above all, a wonderful read.
ReplyDeleteTrees, root entangled,
ReplyDeletelooking up, they are far apart
at the top
the older they are the further away
We are trees.
At top, they are thin (like us!), thus SEEM farther apart.
DeleteRoots become more and more entwined, until
barely there is any difference. One seemingly
grows into other...We are trees. Roots are the soul.
Brings a tear to my eye!
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