There was a time...

…there was a time when these hearts raced

sweet love was claimed in warm embrace

 

harsh pain was not a part of life

before fate’s hand unsheathed her knife

 

today the tears are dusty trails

streaked shades of dreams and childish tales

 

dry eyes burn red, they cannot see

a world where there’s no you with me…

 

Reviews

[softlyfall]

Intense delivery in couplets! I am awed.

[David Scott]

To have awed the awesome is a compliment indeed.
Thank you Softy.

[...]

So very touching, my friend. Some pain never dies, we just learn to better live with it. Beautiful!

[David Scott]

You are correct, as usual. I'll remember not to argue with you. 😀
Thank you Lynn.

[Willard Wells]

One of my favorites of all of your work I have read. Very direct with the pain coming through along with the loss of hope for the future. I like it a great deal.

I haven't been in NC since about '77. WOW did I say that.

[David Scott]

That's about the time our family moved here.
Thank you for the review. I'm not sure how it could rate well, but each reader has their own taste... I'm very glad you enjoyed it.

[Willard Wells]

Probably something about it just spoke to me. I think that's how every work is. We are not writing or using, for the most part, any words that have not been used before and not expressing any new ideas, but we write the same ideas and thoughts in a way that reaches someone new.

[David Scott]

Very very true... I feel this same thing. Like I simply recycle words and thoughts...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i remember my first ex, when we got together in college....we were inseparable our hearts raced...but eventually the knife split us in two...and when we were splitting up, the friends in us...had red eyes.

[David Scott]

Thank you for reading and reflecting back your understanding. I'm sorry you can feel the words... Even with a lilting rhyme to soften the tone the pain is hard and heavy...

[icelandicblue]

Succinctly sad David. I was especially drawn to "fate’s hand unsheathed her knife." The yin and yang of the heart soars and plummets on the wind.

[David Scott]

Hey blue... Good to see you again. It has been a while.
Thank you for stopping in and leaving such a kind comment.

[daninstockholm]

well done, my friend, again saying a lot without saying a lot, the performance of a very good poet!

[David Scott]

I'm in a mood Dan... What can I say?
Thank you for the comment.

[daninstockholm]

You're welcome!