That day we strolled riverside
Wild poppies in full bloom
guiding us
The reassurance you needed
stuck on my tongue –
age and language separating us
We walked in silence –
a regret I carry
Now the poppies remind me
that you were less than naive
that life had wounded you
and that what I had to offer
was so much more than
a voiceless presence
But I was afraid too
And I let you go
My heart bleeds
the colour of poppies
My breath catching
every time I remember
That day
when the river guided us
and the poppies bloomed
and I failed to listen.
(Dedicated to my dear Alina, who had to be brave at a vulnerable time, and whom I miss dearly. Image my own.)
A missed opportunity for sure but maybe it helped another relationship the person had with.
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Thanks. We never know, do we
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Sadly not but sometimes our intuition knows.
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This is beautiful, the way you express the weight of your feelings is felt in every sentence
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Thank you. I tried to visit your site but get a message that it doesn’t exist. Likely a glitch you might want to check out.
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Alright thanks, I guess it’s coz I take a long time since am always at school
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Amazing poem and happy new year
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Thank you!
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A deeply heartfelt poem
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Thank you!
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I’m happy to see you are still writing 🙂
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Thank you so much!
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So tender and compassionate in conscious regret, VJ. Lovely! A beautiful tribute that in my mind includes you in relationship. Sometimes it is only in looking back that we see.
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Yes to retrospect. Thanks
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Such a poignant poem. I have such regrets too, VJ, and these are difficult to reconcile. I hope you will find a way to make peace with yourself about it. A public admission of something we are not proud of in ourselves is brave, and perhaps writing this poem is a start. I’m sending a big hug to you.
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Thanks Susan. The young woman I wrote this about is actually coming back. We will have a second chance
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That is wonderful, VJ. We don’t always get second chances. I’m wishing you a very Happy New Year. 🙂
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🥰
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Beautiful poem and image….A good start to the new year. Here’s to a good oneX
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Thanks Janet.
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I love this poem!
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome!
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I, too, have a similar regret. The panting is truly rendered well.
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Thank you, and hugs.
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Well written!
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Thank you!
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Poppies have much to say, and cannot. Vulnerability has much to say, and so often won’t. A voiceless presence….
Such imagery here, even without the image, which is also beautiful.
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Love this response, Mary – so in tune with my thoughts.
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Beautifully expressed through your poem, VJ.
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Thank you, Amy
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VJ, This is so moving and sad and beautiful.
The line that really got me was
“My heart bleeds
the colour of poppies”
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Thanks Betty. So good to hear from you.
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I understand that regret only too well. But you are extending a heart and a hand through your words. (K)
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Thanks K.
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Simply lovely and heartfelt.
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Thank you.
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This is so very beautifully written, VJ.
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome.
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I can feel the heaviness you carry in your heart through the words in this poem…voiceless presence…my breath catching. Makes me think of times I’d like to rewind the tape and have a chance to redo.
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Exactly, Heather. The opportunities we let slide. Thanks.
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You’re welcome.
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A beautiful, poignant poem VJ
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Thank you, Sadje
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You’re most welcome 🤗
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