21 July 2017

Poem

I wrote this poem earlier this week - specially for Jenny's "Poetry Monday" feature in her blog - "Procrastinating Donkey". I was remembering a painful time long ago and simultaneously thinking of Sue's daughter in Australia. She has recently separated from her boyfriend of many years. We all think of love - whatever it might be. We all want to love and be loved. It's the secret undercurrent of everything. Well, that's what I think anyway.

My apologies to the APA? Are you a secret member of it? (APA = The Anti-Poetry Army).
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18 comments:

  1. This poem explains the situation very well YP - well done!

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    1. Thank you for reading it Pat. I am pleased it struck a chord.

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  2. I do like that very much; in just a handful of words you have conveyed the essence of broken heart.

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    1. I am so glad you appreciated it Wilma.

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  3. Oh no, what was he doing in the dairy aisle?????

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    1. Looking for a nice piece of cheddar!!!!!

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  4. I don't think a broken heart ever mends completely. Thank you for this poem YP.

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    1. We can be scarred on the inside too but as folk say - you have to move on.

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  5. After I was diagnosed with cancer and had been operated upon, the love of my life walked out unable to cope (her words). A year later a friend of many years told me in no uncertain terms to get over it. I did - instantly. Broken hearts are a form of self pity. The years since then have been amongst the happiest of my life. I recommend a strong letter from a close friend as a kill or cure remedy.

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    1. It is a pity that you couldn't "walk out" on your cancer "unable to cope". I appreciate what you say about broken hearts being a form of self-pity but frequently advice like "get over it" is more easily given than acted upon.

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    2. I agree YP. I was fortunate in that I was able to. Had you told me before I received the letter that I could have acted thus I would probably have denied it. Non omnia possumus omne sumus.

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  6. I know heartache from my early dating years, and feel for those who are going through it. And yes, it can be something as simple as grocery shopping that brings about a re-injury.

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    1. Injury/ re-injury - yes these are the words.

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  7. I thought at the time when I was 20 that this man was the love of my life.
    I still think thus.
    But, time and life marches on, without question, with a broken heart in tow, like it or not.
    We have new loves, and precious times, and unforgettable memories, and joy.
    But, there is no hunger harder to bear than the hunger for what is gone.

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    1. What you have written here Donna - it could so easily be the basis of another poem. Isn't it incredible that even as we enter old age we can still dwell upon emotional earthquakes that happened long, long ago.

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  8. Short and succinct. Let's have more of your Poetry Monday offerings. As for the Anti-Poetry Army, they must surely fall under the umbrella of the Anti-Everything Movement.

    Alphie

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    1. The APA are all admirers of Donald Trump, dark chocolate and beige cardigans.

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  9. i really likes your blog and You have shared the whole concept really well. and Very beautifully soulful read! thanks for sharing.
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