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Love's cooling light

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For each a time 
A thing must start
A place within replaces.
 
The thing becomes
Another's part
As time and line it traces.
 
But this shadow
That you leave
Is cast in backward glances.
 
And this stone 
The memories remain
An aching loss of chances.
 
This empty heart
Has yet to fill
The crush of empty spaces.

◄ She held her self still

Cassandra's Complaint ►

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Anthony Emmerson

Thu 13th May 2010 23:09

Hi Tommy,

This seems somewhat of a departure from your usual. I can't add much to what's already been said, but I enjoyed the rhythm, technique, sentiment expressed and particularly this phrase:

"The memories remain
An aching loss of chances."

I know it's a peom full of "if onlys" but I always did have a bittersweet tooth.

Regards,
A.E.

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Larisa Rzhepishevska

Tue 11th May 2010 08:42

Very nice poem Tommy. I like it. With best wishes, Larisa

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Andy N

Mon 10th May 2010 08:11

beauitful, beauitful.. brought a lump to my throat totally..

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Sun 9th May 2010 17:23

Terrific, Tommy. The whizzling brain cells are really getting organized again. I always read any posting under your name.

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Isobel

Sun 9th May 2010 17:17

I like this one too Tommy - unless I've completely misread what it's about, like I did on one occasion LOL.
It is well structured and there are many lines in it that resonate. Love the 'shadows cast in backward glances' also the parodox of 'crush of empty spaces'.
I could go on...

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kealan coady

Sun 9th May 2010 16:08

good stuff tommo, reactional and the mood is one of vast nostalgia.

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Francine

Sun 9th May 2010 15:02

I agree with TC...
And these verses are especially moving:

'But this shadow
That you leave
Is cast in backward glances.

And this stone
The memories remain
An aching loss of chances.'

<Deleted User> (7073)

Sun 9th May 2010 14:16

Poignant poem which speaks to me of displacement and the feeling of internal dislocation that occurrs when what can never be slips painfully through your fingers.TC

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Chris Dawson

Sun 9th May 2010 03:06

I like this very much.
Cx

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Graham Sherwood

Sat 8th May 2010 23:31

I liked this a lot Tommy, and nicely balanced in three line verses. Verse three is particularly good words.

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