Prompt from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie
shared with Poets United
I was the topaz
between two diamonds
a Poe-ish love
Paris was a dream
talked of in tree houses
on rainy days
The passion of young love
the sadness of loss
could be tasted
in our tiptoed kiss
and then
I moved away
28 comments:
This is really lovely, Gail.
Oh no! Parting can be such sweet sorrow or?
Love always feels better afterwards.. real life mixes lemon and sugar.
beautiful and it is my favorite of today's poems.
Nice response to the prompt.
Ah young love and its bitter-sweet farewell. Classic :)
Beautiful writing Gail, so much is conveyed in those last lines, an entire story!
mindlovemisery
Ah those dreams talked about in a tree house can be real treasures to remember.
Oh, so sad.......a haunting memory, tenderly told.
Well done again Gail - you've definitely got a away with words and how you bring them together.
Hope the week ahead goes well for you.
All the best Jan
'and then i moved away' says it all!
remarkable poem. thanks for sharing.
Oh, THIS:
"Paris was a dream
talked of in tree houses
on rainy days"
I remember that day... ah sweet and bitter.
ZQ
Beautiful poem, Gail! Happy Sunday!
Oh the sad and sweet ending of a love....
Gracefully done!
This is a lovely exploration of the collage Gail. Beautifully done.
Ah, the poignancy of young romance!
How we still yearn for just a little bit more of those fleeting romances of long ago and wonder what if?
Love 'topaz between two diamonds.' Sad when one has to move away, isn't it?
Wistful. First love interrupted. Dreamy collage.
I thought this was BEST . . . brilliant . . .
Makes one feel so young, Gail! It is refreshing!
Hank
tiptoed kiss part is funny,
very short but compact efforts, well penned.
That heartbreaking move when you believe you will never make such a friend again!
Perhaps we all move on from that which we held precious as we evolve and adapt..hopefully it doesn't make it less precious or valuable..
To those that I have not personally replied to, thank you for visiting and for your kind comments.
Wishing all a blessed week.
Young love always has a melancholy sense underlying it, and somehow that just makes it sweeter with time. good capture,
Elizabeth
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