it is as unfortunate as it is true
that at what i thought to be the end
of it all, i had wiped far more
than simply that smile from my face
with it, i had taken the very essence
of what it once meant to me to be, at least
somewhat part of what it means to you
to be, at least, in part, one of the living few
instead, there, dangled something barely
a belt’s notch above what was nothing
and once it finally made sense to me
i couldn’t put any of it back, or even
remember where it had all gone
in the first place that now, becomes last
That was humorous and horrific all at once. Great poem!
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Thanks, Priscilla.
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Ironically
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Everything.
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Wow
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Thank you.
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A belt’s notch above or one step too far.
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Oh yeah, you caught that. I bet one of the few.
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Enigmatically grim. I have read this four times now trying to understand it and although its meaning is elusive — to me anyway and I bet to many of the readers who ‘liked’ it (I admit to a tinge of jealousy there) — its power is profound.
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If I ever figure out what the heck I’m trying to say, I’ll let you know.
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I put aside my brain and used my heart to feel this poem. To me, it speaks of the longing that never goes away, even at the end of what we think is everything. Just when we think it’s gone, it is not and, once it’s called up again from wherever it was hidden, it’s just as strong as it always was. The longing is this way for me too. And now that I accept it, it is a part of me, forever.
Or perhaps you meant something else entirely. But that’s the beauty of poetry. It gifts each of us differently.
Thank you, River.
♥. nf
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Thank you, Niki.
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Your poetry always makes me think and feel deeply about our reality. I interpreted the poem about an awakening, a realization of truth and how that changes everything from the past and the present, how the truth effects everything and nothing is as it was, or can ever return to the past illusion. I love your poem, River.
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Thank you Judy. A new heart can never go back to what was. There’s only one place it fits in and that place is not here.
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You’re welcome, River. I believe that this world is just a blink in eternity, I look forward to our true home.
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As do I.
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And do we really ever understand another? Great poem.
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If we ever do, it never seems to last very long, does it?
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Very true.
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lovely, i like this one a lot
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Thank you!
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Amber colored and sad as a forgotten windswept love letter skipping down the street. Some memories are like that I think. Even the important ones we give away.
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Thank you for reading. It’s good to see you around.
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Love this one ❤
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Thank you, Neelam.
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You’re welcome.
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A fitting epitaph, but will be difficult to carve onto a marble headstone.
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Maybe screamed from a mass grave?
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Yes, albeit a muffled scream.
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Amazing Talent 🙂
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Thank you for reading.
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Superbly evoked!
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Thank you for reading.
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it all goes to the place where this comes from
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I wasn’t trying to be Anonymous.
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