Bitter Sweet Memories

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bitter sweet memories,

lay gentle on her mind,

another place,

another time.

 

The love

of my life,

that i have,

left behind.

 

she feels betrayed,

battered and beaten,

all through her mind,

she feels like a woman left behind.

 

Once her heart,

a beautiful rose,

now her heart tattered and torn,

as it starts to close.

 

Her mind wanders,

her soul at bay,

maybe love will bloom again,

i hope and pray.

 

A woman,

that has lost her bloom,

her heart melts,

as it goes back in her cocoon.

 

But one day,

her heart will start to bloom,

and i will be there,

to melt that cocoon...

© 2017 wordman

Reviews

[Miss Sharon]

Well be still my beating heart! This is so beautiful Ron. You DO have a way with words my friend. ~Sharon

[wordman]

thank`s sharon

[Just Kim]

Wow, this is such a touching write, very beautiful write.

[wordman]

thank you for reading

[Kesch (Finding Julia)]

This is such a lovely write, ever so romantic as well, very nicely expressed.....

[wordman]

thank you again

[Kathy Van Kurin]

'Bitter Sweet Memories'
wordman,
Very meaningful as this flows in rhythm and honesty.
Nature holds something understandable to the rise and fall in the seasons of out lives.
This poem shows the bright life of bloom and the slow fading and pulling back.
Life is like that too with changes and seasons.
Bless you and I like your honest style.
Kathy

[wordman]

thank you kathy,always appreciate your reviews

[Kathy Van Kurin]

Your welcome Ron and I appreciate you and your terrific and uplifting writing!
Blessings, as always
Kathy

[Muskan]

Fabulous poetry! Indeed are memories the most friendly for. I hope she learns to Cherish her rosy soul soon;)

[wordman]

thank you for the visit

[Rye]

...so lovely as you await for her to open with sincerity and love. Such wonderful sentiments

[wordman]

thank you for the visit

[Rye]

you're welcome

[NotUsinganymore]

Amazing poem. We all have bittersweet memories. I use to love and hate my father because he’d come home drunk and beat my mom but I still loved him.

[wordman]

sorry you had to go through that,thank you for the comment

[NotUsinganymore]

Thank you. I still love him though.

[wordman]

of course you do,sometimes we let alcohol run our lives

[Wendy Sue]

Beautiful empathy.
Brought a stinging to my eyes, trailed off in thought and blinked it quickly away.
Thank you

[wordman]

thank you for reading

[Pankaj Mandal]

This is a great poem and inspiring too.

[wordman]

thank you for the visit,,will return the favor later,got to leave for work

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

i read this again i still love it it popped up agin randomly glad it did, beautiful music too well done

[wordman]

thank you julie