If my words were to
Fall from you
Scattered on the ground
To be whisked away
On an unfelt breeze
If you’ve forgotten what this tree
Was like before the leaves fell
Or this flower, when in bloom
I hold no ill will toward you
For what you cannot see
Or what you cannot remember
Lost, to the things you never knew
For as each breath gives life
It goes equally unnoticed
As time does tend to numb
And the rains often wash away
With the realization that
It all dies eventually
Even what grows in its place
Forsaken, abandoned, insignificant
Unrecognizable to the eyes and ears
Of those who stand watching
Forgotten

I really love your endings, River.
(Btw, I’m having so much fun reading The Stories…You’re quite a story teller).
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Thank you, Bojana. It makes me happy you are enjoying the stories.
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My baby’s fast asleep. It’s reading time.
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Sleep. That sounds wonderful.
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Agreed 🙂 great read!! 😱😱🤪🤪
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Your preview had the first four lines, so I knew you’d nailed it even before I opened your page. Very nice. You know how to show a metaphor a good time…
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Thank you, sir.
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Wow! This was truly moving, the imagery you created with your words were so heartfelt. Simply amazing!
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Thank you so much.
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You’re most welcome! ☮️
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An awesome and touching piece – power of words – you nailed it. 🙂
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Thank you!
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Deep and thought provoking, and very well crafted. The visualization of words and ideas as trees and flowers, and the association of time with rain that washes things away, was a very effective way of conveying the natural impermanence of even what we create. The ending, too, rounds it off nicely with a poignant reminder that the process often goes unnoticed. Quite a satisfying read.
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Thank you very much for the thoughtful comment, David.
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You’re very welcome!
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Great
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Thank you, Diana.
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Isn’t everything bound to be forgotten in the end?
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Probably. Or maybe the opposite happens and we remember everything and finally understand what it was all about.
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I follow your logic. It makes sense.
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Very nice poem, my compiments!
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Thank you very much!
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Beautifully melancholy, nostalgic, evocative…splendid River.
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Thank you!
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So welcome!
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Powerful…
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Thank you.
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There is always something very humane in your poetry, soft and tender — at least that’s how I feel when I read you.
And, as Bojana said, the Stories are great!
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Thank you for that comment, it was very nice to hear.
And thank you for taking the time to read my stories.
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You are welcome, and thank YOU for giving me a great read.
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How truly gifted you are. Once again, an incredible piece. Thank you 🙏🏼
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Thank you very much, Rita.
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My pleasure.
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I knew it will be sad dark ending lol
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What? That’s me being happy!
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I understand that you are happy now… and we are happy because you are happy…but still the ending is spreading darkness. Well, if you are saying it is a “happy darkness” 🧐😬😬
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Yeah, that’s it, a happy darkness. Or maybe dark happiness. Hmm . . .
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😬😬
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The sparse punctuation adds such a beautiful urgency to this. Time eventually runs out, and all too soon!
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Thank you very much!
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Tremendous!
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Thank you, Sharon.
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Ps: As someone else mentioned – your endings! They are so effective.
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Thanks again!
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So sad and beautiful, it makes me catch my breath 🙂
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Thank you so much!
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Brilliant.. from beginning to the end. and then I remember your lines on poetry from little voice 🙂
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Ohh, that damn little voice.
Thanks for reading.
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Haha that voice did go on and on, yet I kept on reading. Great work River, the rambler.
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Thank you.
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Wonderfully written River. So moving
How soon the season changes
Sometimes forgotten
Fall the shedding of leaves Winter naked trees
Budding and Rain Showers during Spring
Summer is in full Bloom
-Yonnie💜🌸😊
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Thank you, Yonnie!
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You are quite welcome, River
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So beautiful, I loved the opening lines especially
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I appreciate that, thank you.
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This is an outstanding piece Mark.. The depth of your insightful words, raise plenty of questions, and your finale 4 lines are superb….
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Thank you very much, Ivor.
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This is quite an evocative piece of writing, River. It’s that way from the word go. Can’t really fault the speaker for not holding ill will. Because if the words fall and are whisked away by the wind, they are carried to someone else with whom they resonate. The leaves grow back on the tree, and it’s a new beginning for what once was.
I really like the ideas you’ve talked about and the emotions your words throb with. 🙂🙂
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Thank you very much for the thoughtful comment.
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imagining this
an enthralling
screenplay 🙂
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Thank you for the kind words!
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awesome!
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Thank you!
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Yes, that living is also dying, I like how your words speak of the forgotten, even as we are watching.
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Thank you, Paul, I appreciate you reading.
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Most welcome
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Gorgeous!
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Thank you!
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Stunning River!
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I appreciate that, thank you.
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Wow I loved that one
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Thanks!
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Powerful great stuff River!!
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome.
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I love your metaphors. Another great poem!
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I appreciate that, thank you!
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It’s like a whisper in the wind or an echo of laughter. 😊
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Thank you for reading.
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You’re welcome! 😃
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Reblogged this on Becoming is Superior to Being.
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Thank you for the reblog.
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Amazing words!🌹
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Thank you!
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SIGH, but true!
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I love this poem. Thank you for offering it up. 🙏
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Thank you very much, Linda.
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If your words were to
Flow to me
(Carried on a River)
To be melted by
The sunshine inside the
Wisdom of your poetry
You would comprehend my gratitude
Inside this lovely moment
Where your words and
My attention meet again.
(Thank you.)
♥.
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I like that! Thank you, Niki.
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You’re very welcome. {{{{{River}}}}} ♥.
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The glory of youth slowly fades away. In youth we work hard to provide for our families and contribute to the society. However, we sink into oblivion as we become old.
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Thank you for the comment!
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You’re welcome 😊
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I read this from someone other than my own perspective and it makes sense. You have great ability to do this, well crafted. Well done.
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Thanks, David. That means a lot to me,
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