Barbara Gorelick Poet Quatrain

Memories and Regrets

The windows of regret are open now
I long to drift out into the quiet night
But now to my memories I must bow
Holding on to heartaches oh so tight

The window is covered in golden thread
Which moves in rhythm with the breeze
The silken colors mourn my dead
And sorrow brings me to my knees

Why did you leave this world so soon?
Again I taste the salt of silver tears
I should have held you 'neath the moon
Forever through these countless years

To night belong shadows of our past
When innocence crowned our heads
The day that fate had ruled our last
And placed my heart among the dead.......

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Andrea Dietrich March 26, 2011 at 10:21 PM wow, I am reading poems of my friends who went on in the finals.This is among my very favorites. Congrats on your two, Barbara.

Joe Maverick March 7, 2011 at 10:44 AM congratulations on this moving piece being successfull Barbara.

Linda-Marie Sweetheart March 6, 2011 at 6:23 PM Congrats BG on your first round success in the Poetry Soup contest luv..

Hgarvey Daniel Esquire March 6, 2011 at 5:58 PM My LOVE, Barbara, Congratulations on the Survival of the first round of PoetrySoup's First Round in November's Contest I wish YOU continued Success, LOVE YOU ALWAYS...Harry

Vince Suzadail Jr. February 5, 2011 at 6:49 PM Congrats BG on "Memories and Regrets" being featured this week. Vince

Daver Austin February 1, 2011 at 2:30 PM Congrats on the selection. I think this piece speaks to everyone's experiences, bringing sighs and probably a few tears. Love, Dave

Carrie Richards February 1, 2011 at 8:35 AM Such a sad poem, but so touching, Barbara. So good to see it featured here this day....it will touch many hearts. ~

Marycile Beer July 15, 2010 at 6:37 AM My poem is not unlike yours, Barbara. Our Cathy fought breast cancer for five years before she passed away in 2004. She left 3 children and her daughter is like me feels her presence as I feel my husbands presence. Now her oldest son and wife are going to present her with her first grandchild. And her youngest son 19 is reporting for duty at the Navel base in San Diego. Her daughter graduated college this year with a teaching degree. She was a loving mother. God Bless, Cile

Carolyn Devonshire July 15, 2010 at 3:36 AM Anyone who has lost someone at a young age will share the pain expressed so eloquently in this poem, Barbara. I certainly do "taste the salt of silver tears" when I think of my late husband. Beautifully written, dear LNC. Love, Carolyn

Charles Henderson July 15, 2010 at 12:31 AM soup mail waiting

Alexis Brautovich July 14, 2010 at 9:37 PM This is absloutey the saddest poem.. I almost cried... its beautiful