Jean Murray Poet Rhyme

In Another Time

In another time and in another place,
I would never have seen your face.
Never have fallen in love on the spot.
You are the one I would have forgot.

But I gave you access to the inner me.
Let you in fact, feast on me.
You ate me up then spat me out.
Left me empty, devoid of my heart. 

Yet on reflection, in fact I got to see
and feel what true love must be.
The aching, the yearning, the touch
of your lips on mine. The divine

feeling of mutual bliss in a simple kiss.
Do I regret? I would live again that time
and the terrible heartache that was mine.
To be once again two as one.

To enjoy once more all the fun.
We shared a love hard to define.
When I was yours and you were mine.
No other man yet has discovered that trove.

Buried too deep and still in repose.

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Darren White April 9, 2017 at 1:42 AM Sosososo beautiful and heartfelt Jean.... And congratulations on your placement <3 Jean Murray April 9, 2017 at 4:07 AM When I was fifteen I spent three weeks in an Irish college away from home, supposedly to improve my Irish. Such fun we had climbing out the window at night to meet the local boys. I revisited the school house yesterday and cried. My life did not turn out as happy as I had hoped it would in those innocent times. C'est la vie Darren.

Arthur Vaso July 23, 2016 at 8:18 PM A poet and a beauty!!!! :) Loved this poem. Could feel the emotions in every word! Jean Murray July 24, 2016 at 9:22 AM I blush...

Andrea Dietrich July 23, 2016 at 5:52 PM Jean, this reminds me of that picture I took in SEville. KNowing how beautiful their love was and then how it died.(I finally got my notes and pics up about it if you want to see) I thank you for your remarks on it and want you to know how much i like this poem of yours. Jean Murray July 23, 2016 at 7:29 PM Look closer at this picture Andrea, and you will view unrequited love. His left hand is not around me, as it should be, but held against his abdomen.How true it is that a picture paints a thousand words. Thank you for your kind remarks.

David Smith July 23, 2016 at 6:11 AM You held nothing back. True poet. True artist. Where shall I stand to view this best. I think I need to stand where I can see a little reflection and some wisdom with hope and love still in the frame. Glad I am not judging this contest not that I could because I am entered. Good luck to us all as poetry will be the winner. David in NZ Arthur Vaso July 23, 2016 at 8:17 PM Jean you are a true poet, I have the same problems, my family wont even take the time to read. Jean Murray July 23, 2016 at 10:11 AM Hope and love still in the picture? Here's hoping David. "True poet. True artist." Major compliments and deeply felt. Thank you. I can't even get my daughters to be bothered reading them. When I'm famous perhaps?? Good luck in the contest.

Jan Allison July 20, 2016 at 1:01 PM I had a huge lump in my throat reading this and the comments you have made jean - such an emotional write:-( hugs Jan xx Jean Murray July 20, 2016 at 2:16 PM Ah Jan......my poor broken heart, at such a young age, did not stand a chance out there in the Big Bad World....

Jaspreet Kaur July 20, 2016 at 3:16 AM Wow..It is so beautiful. I got emotional after reading this. Thanks for this poem.. :) Jean Murray July 20, 2016 at 6:29 AM Thank you Jaspreet, so did I. One tear opened a flood.

Viv Wigley July 19, 2016 at 11:54 PM LIke children spinning, holding hands, it only takes one to loosen the grip. A lovely, poignant piece, Jean. And, judging from the photo, you're still the winsome Colleen. By God, if I was ten years younger........I'd still be ugly :) Viv x Jean Murray July 20, 2016 at 12:50 AM Stop teasing me Viv. This photo was taken thirty years ago. Our romance had been ten years prior to that. On this occassion, I wanted to tell him I was thinking of proposing to a mutaul friend. He did not try to stop me....

Pam Deremer July 19, 2016 at 2:42 PM Thank you for such a nice poem. Jean Murray July 19, 2016 at 3:59 PM Gosh Pam, I'm touched. You obviously are aware of what writing this took out of me. I graciously return your thanks.

Ilene Bauer July 18, 2016 at 7:37 PM jean - you've captured that feeling so perfectly that i understood exactly what you were going through then and why you'd want to relive it, despite the heartache it caused you. excellent poem! (i'm assuming that picture shows you and the person this is about, no?) Jean Murray July 19, 2016 at 1:49 AM Yes Ilene, that's him.