by Lucille van Onselen-Zunckel
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
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This poem was written for a contest with these suppled lines.
Yesterday's gone like a cloud of dreams
Though I know not where it went-
Leaving bitter sweet memories
Of hope and laughter spent;
A rhythm of passion and cruel loss
That slowly bleeds my soul,
And pounds in time with broken heart
To coldly take their toll.
These figments of the mind-
Like dead petals on the wind-
Whirl and twirl like smoke and fire
To a song that never ends.
Choked up by these shattered dreams,
I build a heart of stone-
As soft and passionate they rise
To caress me with their woe.
Eyes as cold as ice
No more... wishful thinking on my part
Not desired emotions - sent
Managed to break my heart
Now all our laughter spent
Nothing is as it seems
Haunted by indelible bittersweet memories
Adding insults to injuries
You turned out to be such a heel
Left me with a heart as hard as tempered steel
Not diamond encrusted after all... a cheap veneer
No sweet caress... just a broken hearted tear
The song that you sing no joy can bring
A symphony of lies
The truth ~ in the falseness of our ties
To be ripped asunder
By a clap of thunder
Smoke and fire; whirling and twirling in the night
Shedding so little light
Memories burnt into my brain
The cause of so much pain
Just like before, you made me cry
You tell me no truths - why?
Playing me like a fiddle
Creating an almighty muddle
With figments of the mind in turmoil
The tempest... unleashed, beware the recoil
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|Reviewed by Regina Pounds
|You used the theme and words in a most powerful way, Lucille. The message strikes: lies hurt and the wounds often do not heal...
Hope you won that contest.
|Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
|So downtrodden and disillusioned. Perhaps bittersweet memories of what could have been and with another will be, have faith.....
|Reviewed by Gloria Gay
|Resonant, original metaphors here and a passion for words. Well done!|