Summer Was Warm.
Cooled now the heated forehead of my
former love,
drier my salted eyes.
I lift up a less passionate face
to each day's dawning,
and realize
As a steadier step skirts around
pools of memory
that I will survive.
Because life grinds on, and vital parts
of makeover plans
means reviving
joie-de-vivre somehow,
I will bend down
and pick up fresh dreams,
rebuild them and thrive.
Yet how easy hurt hearts forget
to behave wisely
when recalling a smile.
They, unearthing once treasured times
when summer was warm
must warm summer again.
Alison Cassidy
The acceptance of what is (even if it hurt) lies at the heart of this most dignified poem. Some of your phrases are quite enchanting, too. I particularly liked: 'As a steadier step skirts around pools of memory' and 'I will pick up fresh dreams' and 'hurt hearts forget to behave wisely', Warmth abiding. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
The acceptance of what is (even if it hurt) lies at the heart of this most dignified poem. Some of your phrases are quite enchanting, too. I particularly liked: 'As a steadier step skirts around pools of memory' and 'I will pick up fresh dreams' and 'hurt hearts forget to behave wisely', Warmth abiding. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Frank James Ryan Jr./FjR
"'I WILL BEND DOWN, AND PICK UP FRESH DREAMS" Noneed to say anything else but 2 simple words...Awesome Write! FjR 2010
"'I WILL BEND DOWN, AND PICK UP FRESH DREAMS" Noneed to say anything else but 2 simple words...Awesome Write! FjR 2010
prathap suthan
beautifully sad. i can't put it another way. lovely fay!
beautifully sad. i can't put it another way. lovely fay!
it all comes back because it never really goes away....