Will this be my path without you?
I have whittled down my life
Into ever smaller pieces ~
I have carved away the bits
That are easily spared and still ~
I find unnecessary parts to rid
Myself of ~ things that I will never
Miss ~ and then there’s you ~
I don’t know what to do with you ~
Do you end up in the discard pile
Where things that disappoint me go ~
Or will I make excuses for you
As I have always done before ~
Give you one more chance to be
The man we both need you to be ~
Perhaps it’s just that you have
Come to the end of my rope ~
And perhaps you won’t be able
To hold on ~ I hope you can ~
Save us ~ make me feel your love
Make my love for you live again ~
Born in a small, Illinois log cabin . . . No, that won’t work. The pampered only child of incredibly wealthy parents . . . No, that won’t fly either. Raised by French nuns after her aristocratic parents were beheaded . . . No, that’s been done! Got it: An East Coast transplant to the Pacific Northwest, this notoriously late bloomer began her new life with a new career as a writer and blogger. She has taken to both the new location and the career move like a duck to water. Writing is a new adventure, and our intrepid risk-taker is diving in, feeling right at home and making new friends. Reached for comment, she replied, “Okay, I wrote my bio, now may I Please go out and play?” We expect great, or perhaps merely more coherent, things from this writer. (Okay, that’s a wrap. What a wacko!)
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March 24, 2012 at 3:35 pm
Wow! Yes, wow! That is a very powerful poem. The winnowing of our lives is constant. Amongst the disappointment there is love, even long suffering love and hope. I think your poem speaks to and for many readers.
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March 24, 2012 at 3:47 pm
Frank, you are always so kind and so positive. Your words mean a lot to me. Thank you.
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March 24, 2012 at 3:52 pm
Love waning is a bittersweet experience. Now there is a word to ponder – bittersweet. Almost seems like an oxymoron, but anyone who has had the experience this poem describes knows it is a reality.
You have worked your magic again and I am glad to have had a chance to read it and comment.
Thank you as always!
Larry
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March 24, 2012 at 3:57 pm
Still, better to have loved and lost … And perhaps they’ll make it after all. Love is a tricky business. Glad my magic worked for you, and thank you, Larry, for another lovely compliment.
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March 24, 2012 at 4:11 pm
Ouch. This is so familiar.
But beautifully said.
~ Lily
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March 24, 2012 at 4:17 pm
Lily, some experiences cut across all the lines. I’m so glad you liked it. Thank you!
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March 24, 2012 at 5:57 pm
You are simply gorgeous. Your words are powerful. Everything that has been given the blessing to be in your care holds both of these qualities.
I love you.
XO
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March 24, 2012 at 6:13 pm
Heather, you unwoman me with such high praise. I’m so glad that you like my poem, and I love you too, my dear girl.
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March 25, 2012 at 1:26 am
Never ever would I want to unwoman you! You taught me so much about how to be just that…a proud, strong, womanly woman. I wish I could hug you, but all of this virtual love will have to do. I couldn’t send any more your way.
Again XO-
H
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March 24, 2012 at 9:27 pm
You know it’s funny… they say that women cry all their tears before they leave… and I believe that’s true…once we make the decision there is no going back…. wish men could get all the clues laid out for them…before this happens. sighs.. Profound work Miss Melody.
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March 24, 2012 at 11:32 pm
Dani, thank you. And I agree with every word you said. Once it’s over, it’s over and not even all the king’s men can fix it. [sigh] It makes me think of this, from Edward Fitzgerald’s translation of the poem The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyam, 1859
“The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
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March 24, 2012 at 10:41 pm
Melody, this is just deeply beautiful. Your thought-process always amazes me and I love the phrasing of your poetry. Wow!
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March 24, 2012 at 11:38 pm
That means so much to me, Cher, coming as it does from a writer whom I respect and whose work I very much enjoy. Thank you, my dear.
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March 25, 2012 at 4:57 am
Is it better for love to fade away or flame out in a blaze of wonderment. Great poem
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March 25, 2012 at 12:16 pm
Thank you, Dan, and I’ll take “flame out in a blaze of wonderment” for $1,000, Alex. 😀
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March 25, 2012 at 12:21 pm
Wonderful, Melody. It’s so hard when someone you love continues to disappoint.
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March 25, 2012 at 1:01 pm
Janene, don’t you wonder sometimes if the theory about men and women and different planets of origin might have some basis in fact? And then there’s James Gandolfini’s character’s remark in the film, “The Mexican”, where he asked Julia Roberts’s ditzy heroine, “When two people really love each other but they can’t get it together, when do you get to that point where enough is enough?” And when she eventually puts that question to Brad Pitt, he replies simply, “Never.” So I guess perhaps it depends on how much the two people love. I think about these things! Thank you.
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April 10, 2012 at 3:40 pm
Beautiful poem. In honor of national poetry month I am blog hopping and trying to link to a new poem each post. I linked to this one today. May you always find just the right word.
http://www.andrewstorytime.com/2012/04/trunks.html
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April 10, 2012 at 3:55 pm
Thank you, Andrew. I’ve been moving and didn’t even know it was this month. I’m so glad you stopped by my site today and that you liked my poem!
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