A thousand miles the distance
between your mountains
and my sea,
and I wonder, now and then,
if you still remember me.
Dark blackbird heart,
you longed for,
yet were fearful of the skies,
but, oh, you were so beautiful,
and how you graced
my eyes.
The dove took flight,
the day I left
and sadly walked away,
because you could not find the words
that would have made me stay.
She sat upon the highest branch.
I heard her gentle coo.
Through all these years
my heart has kept on
circling back to you.
I said I'd love you always,
that my heart belonged to you.
You'll never know,
through all these years,
the words I spoke were true.
for Fireblossom Friday at Real Toads : to write about loving someone who doesn't know you love them. I am not sure if this man, who could not commit to one woman with so many others out there, (he told me this), remembers me among the many. But he was the only man I ever truly loved. When I told him I was leaving, he opened the door of the dove's cage, and out she flew.
The willow tree is my absolute favorite of all, but it was your words:
ReplyDelete"A thousand miles the distance
between your mountains
and my sea,
and I wonder, now and then,
if you still remember me."
that captured me. Beautiful, heartfelt, and sweet. With every word, poem, or song, we ask the question will you remember me? Beautiful write!
You'll never know,
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the words I spoke were true. Nope. they never know the love and longing in your heart, maybe because we are afraid of the truth ourselves.
Sherry, can tell you really went all out for this, and i appreciate it so much. This man seems to be a great inspiration for you, as i think the first poem I ever read by you was about him also. Beautiful, sad, and...birds! Just lovely.
ReplyDeleteYes, he is the blackbird heart who appears from time to time in my poems. The poem was "These days" and I remember the lovely comment you left me then.
ReplyDeleteOr will or does she know or suspect? Can you believe mine isn't even on FB? At my age obituaries are common to, at our last reunion a classmate had me on her deceased list. :)
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Love is beautiful isn't it? Love this :)
ReplyDeleteAw, a very sweet poem, and lovely rhymes. k.
ReplyDeleteThe willow tree was the perfect image for this poem. Love leaves such an impression even when there is separation..goodness did I just rhyme that?
ReplyDeleteThis is so lovely and heartbreaking at the same time.
ReplyDeleteThat's the trouble with love, when it's true – it just won't, can't die, even if there's nothing to be done about it.
ReplyDeleteIt saddens me when a person can be so thoughtless as to let the love of his or her heart go.. but they don't have the capacity to truly connect with someone. Better to fly.
ReplyDeleteThat’s often the case – and the cage – Sherry, a man who can’t commit. It seems to me that we’ve all known one of them and, even when a better one comes along, we can’t shake off those feelings, even across distance.
ReplyDeleteFrom those old deep wounds such magnificent tress. Such poems.
ReplyDeleteHave to wonder if we each have one like that. I know I do...
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
https://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2019/04/13/just-an-image/
Every stanza is sheer perfection Sherry! This is a new favorite for me!!! The beauty of a love and sadness of it not acknowledged. This really grabbed me!!
ReplyDelete...powerful, truly. A very hard thing to do, to walk away. It takes someone with a strong sense of self.
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