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I Believe it Was the Spring

My heart was broken years ago,
I believe it was the spring--
She was my cause for breathing,
And I soared beneath her wing.

I asked only that she love me,
And she asked of me the same--
I was ill-prepared for such a thaw,
And the spring I'll ever blame!


Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Date: 9/3/2014 7:52:00 PM
i always enjoy your poems, mel - they feel very old-fashioned to me, and i mean that as a high compliment. it's a hard thing to accomplish and you seem to do it so naturally. thanks for a great read!
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Mel Merrill
Date: 9/3/2014 10:54:00 PM
That is a compliment, more than you know. I think, in many ways, I'm an anachronism, belonging to another time--another age. If you see that in my writing, I am pleased, and honored. Emily got it right...and Robert, and Edna, and Alfred, and Walt, and William et al. (Tonight, a poem about the seasons, in particular, fall).
Date: 9/3/2014 1:23:00 PM
Bad Spring! Hope you find a way to regrow from the tears the broken heart will sow. take sweet care my friend. xx
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Casarah Nance
Date: 9/3/2014 4:36:00 PM
Yep, the leaves are already painted the shades of autumn, it is a pleasured to see. I will keep an eye out for more of your poetry. hugs xx
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Mel Merrill
Date: 9/3/2014 2:28:00 PM
Long time ago. We move on, right? Love to you and Abby. Damn, fall is in the air. Might have to write something about autumn--usually my best poems are about the fall, for some reason. A lot there I guess. C-ya Cas, and keep smilin xoxo Mel
Date: 9/3/2014 7:06:00 AM
this is lovely, full of melancholy and yearning for something lost.
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Mel Merrill
Date: 9/3/2014 2:30:00 PM
Thank you. I was taught not to bleed on the page, and using spring as a metaphor, hopefully I didn't. Thanks again, my friend. I'll brighten up the next one :)