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Of Loves, Once Borne

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She was weaving a silken tapestry with long silver threads and golden memories from her life that hadn't yet faded Drizzles of sorrow fell with every loving stitch taken until the storm became a deluge, leaving her feeling jaded She rose from the prick of needling work, leaving it forsaken Walked to shed the weight of despair in her garden beds but petals from withered jasmine were scattered around blowing about in the wind, and some lying on the ground Only one was left, its stem holding tight to the bloom She smiled but dared not to touch the perfumed beauty Humans discolor the purity of innocent flower heads Ink flowed from pen to paper, her reminiscing took flight Reflections of loss that no beating heart can e're restore She wrote of Spring and a future that once seemed bright of Summer days when love was hers to have and hold Lines of the cusping of Autumn, and snow in Winter's cold Times when she'd built a fire, burning deep inside her soul She paused when visions began pooling in her weary eyes Dropped the pen recording verses of remorse and grief and blamed time, the thief who stole from her, loves once borne then torn from her and still she grieves when remembering when she'd worn her wounded heart on bloodied sleeves

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Ink Empress

Date: 5/17/2025 4:29:00 AM

Time, a heartless thief, one that steals all and leaves us with ticking memories, and your poem will be a souvenir in the pages of poetry that pulses with so many poignant and profound emotions sweeeet linnersx, your way with words makes my heart feel so much as i know these are not just words to please but released to ease the weight of seasons still homed in the chambers of your artistic heart! and that last line! I wish i came up with that but only a poet with so much experience can deliver thoughts like youv done here! Pleasure reading this gem! Felt this so very deeply! Fave!

Lin Lane
Date: 5/17/2025 6:24:00 AM

To be honest, Ink... you are the reason this one was written, and it was what I simply wrote to you that birthed my last line when you told me it was poetic. So, sweet friend, I thank you for more than this comment and you gracious compliments.

Jan Allison

Date: 5/16/2025 11:58:00 AM

oh Lin this is such a touching piece I had a huge lump in my throat - write on sweet poet! hugs jan xx

Lin Lane
Date: 5/17/2025 6:21:00 AM

You are in such knowledge of me that you read what isn't there in my lines. Thank you, Jan.

Deb M

Date: 5/16/2025 6:38:00 AM

Oh how incredibly beautiful, reflective and vulnerable….sad and so heart touching Lin…just lovely! Yes, l know….I'm back already haha! Debx

Lin Lane
Date: 5/16/2025 8:25:00 AM

I'm glad your leave was so short-lived, Deb. Don't do that again. lol Thank you for your kindest and most appreciated remarks.

Paul Willason

Date: 5/16/2025 6:05:00 AM

Masterful ! You have almost a copyright on expressing matters of the heart and playing so beautifully those emotional strings...always a pleasure to read Lin. Paul

Lin Lane
Date: 5/16/2025 8:24:00 AM

That's quite a flattering compliment, Paul and one I really value. Thank you for being such a loyal reader.

Daniel Caplin

Date: 5/15/2025 10:33:00 PM

Dear Lin, what an emotional piece of writing, and several deep sighs later, the lines which stood out for me and there were many were, "Only one was left its stem holding tight to the bloom, She smiled but dared not to touch the perfumed beauty, Humans discolor the purity of innocent flower heads", "and blamed time, the thief who stole from her, loves once borne". Your writing tugged at the heart strings, this will have a lasting impact on anyone who reads your wonderful work. Danny

Lin Lane
Date: 5/16/2025 8:21:00 AM

I think I may have heard a few of my own sighs while writing this one. We humans do have a lurid history of ruining many things we touch, including each other. I am very pleased you felt what I was trying to express in my lines. Thank you, Danny.

Tania Kitchin

Date: 5/15/2025 7:10:00 PM

Lin, a wonderfully penned emotive poem, full of sadness and grief and so eloquently expressed.

Lin Lane
Date: 5/15/2025 7:16:00 PM

Thank you ever so much for your comments, Tania.

CayCay Jennings

Date: 5/15/2025 7:01:00 PM

This is a beautiful poem composed so well that the heartbreak, emotion and meaning are smoothly delivered and wrapped around the reader. It is a feel delivery that I, personally, won't be able to shake off its emotional impact when I leave the page. CayCay

Lin Lane
Date: 5/15/2025 7:14:00 PM

CayCay, to know that my words have touched you so deeply that they stayed with you is a compliment as well as a window into your emotions. I am grateful that you’ve allowed me to see a part of you just as you have felt my grief. Thank you for being so graciously insightful. ;-)

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 5/15/2025 11:32:00 AM

Sometimes it feels that way, then we get to writing and bare our souls. Great poem, Lin!

Lin Lane
Date: 5/15/2025 2:01:00 PM

Thank you, Kim. It’s not worth writing if it can’t be told whole soul.

Duke Beaufort

Date: 5/15/2025 6:30:00 AM

Lin, you have poetic elegance. Several levels of feeling exist and different metaphors enhance the emotions you describe. May I say that this work is a real treat for me to read? It exposes your heart and vulnerability in a remarkable way. There is a back and forth between being able to function and being consumed by grief. One petal being left is very touching. You strike me as having many, and this composition is truly amazing. Making it a fav.

Lin Lane
Date: 5/15/2025 10:19:00 AM

Duke. I'm grateful for your comments on my poetry but hardly feel worthy. My last petal has nearly been swept away a few times, but it's still holding on. Seriously, my sincere thanks for you seeing the truth in my last line.