This is my old
And my sad eyes looking
Through the rainy window
Drizzling as my heart
Longs to see my man.
This is my walking to college
Under my green umbrella
And the feeling of loneliness
And freedom of thought
It’s cold, it’s wet, so sad
Yet I feel how lucky I am
That glass of my tears
Saw you lighting a cigarette
At your window
Observing me
The beginning
Of such a short
Yet deepest affair
Another impossible love
This rain today is
And my English Man
And that ‘I will always
Love you till the end of times.’
That easy is it to lie?
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To Mark
© Dulce
18 comments:
what a memory!!! we are so fortunate to be able to disappear back in time like this. thanks to your wonderful writing taking up by the hand...
your writing says so much in so few words. :}
Simply beautiful.
i had written something today that made me identify with some of the emotions here, maybe not under the same circumstances.
But realised, i wasn't ready to write again. Guess, i will just have to make do with reading others' writings for now.
Dulce, I sure agree with Sarah.
As to our memory: my experience is that when I go back in my head (which is not always a good idea for me) I tend to remember ALL the good, and forget MOST of the bad. And I am SO glad this is so.
I can learn the "hard" lessons of life, but do not always have to remember--so hurtfully--the teacher.
But the fond memories--let them enter, so I can once more cherish those moments in time.
Question: Can you not tell by the look in a Peep's eyes, if he (she?) is telling the truth? Sometimes? Any time? Never?
Otherwise, I think, "That
S T U P I D English Man of yours". I have met MANY stupid peeps, and as it nearly always turned out, the stupid one was/is ME! When do I stop being stupid? (That is not your question, but mine--grin!)
Amor y paz.
Awe!! A walk down memory lane , days we forget, moments we do!!some bitter sweet and some like a rainy day not forget, is it by choice or love?
even impossible love is left in our memories
Let your love be like the misty rains, coming softly, but flooding the river. ~Malagasy Proverb
I was there early this year, and yup, it rained.
This is a very evocative poem, muted, like grey skies, but the total effect is strong, and melancholy. Well written, dear Dulce! :-)
That's England in every single word, exactly! Absolutely brilliant.
such a beautiful memory -- everyone should have one like that -- i know i do.
warm smiles,
If Mark only knew....
I think we're all stupid when it comes to love.
I for one would hate to be clever in matters of the heart.
Your memory is living in the English fog.
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Excellent memory my friend. And your writing continues to awe me :)
Dear Dulce
As always, wonderful writing!
So love your poetry!
It's from the heart!
I shall be taking a break from blogging ... need to ... Dr's orders!
I shall so miss visiting your blog!
Till I return, God speed!
Love to you and many blessings!
Keep on writing your wonderful poems and I hope to catch up with you sooner than later!
Take good care!
Margie
XXX
I always say that bad love is a great teacher
First you have to love yourself then someone will love you.
It is my experience
I think yours too
Besos:)
Wow, beautiful poem.
Thank you for sharing.
Interesting poem.Great ending.
So serenely beautiful. I love this, and the green umbrella ;)...
more hugs~
Calli
simply beautiful.
trisha
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