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One Beat Left

by Michael J Falotico

                                                        Two hearts ripped apart..
                                                With just a one threaded string left..
                                                            Still only one beat..
                                                    





writing from the past makes
    me appreciate today..

lost lovesenryu

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Wilma Neels

June 14, 2011 at 6:47 AM

A jewel of a senryu Michael, hope your week's been a good one, love Wilma

Linda-Marie Sweetheart

June 13, 2011 at 4:53 PM

thankxx luv for your sweet and endearing comments of beautiful words on my poetry .. means so much to know u enjoy my lines .. as yours intoxicate me as well my W.K... your Jersey Girl in tipsy mode from the beauty of Michael's heart luv..

Nette Onclaud

June 13, 2011 at 7:53 AM

today is what we only have, michael! a sentimental, emotive write! :) huggs, nette

Dinda Minardi

June 13, 2011 at 7:20 AM

Aww... this is sadly wonderful..

Dr.Ram Mehta

June 12, 2011 at 8:03 PM

beautiful and nice thought, Michael

Linda-Marie Sweetheart

June 12, 2011 at 3:54 PM

exquisite emotion Michael projected in these lines of past reminiscent luv.. a new chapter brought happiness and joy today to enjoy as for me too.. your Jersey Girl so appreciate your sympathies to me for my loss of Bronco .. my baby meow boy.. thankxx my White Knight..forever luv..

Sara Kendrick

June 12, 2011 at 11:22 AM

Sometimes what we learn from the past makes the present so much better in that we can appreciate where we are and where we are going...Glad that you saw the humor in my work about "The Nightmare"..Sara

Carolyn Devonshire

June 12, 2011 at 10:53 AM

That threaded string is like an umbilical cord that never completely goes away, Michael. I'm glad you've found happiness now. Wrote so many poems long ago about my husband after he died. Now I try to focus on the future. Blessings and love always to you, dear friend. If I could cross my toes, I would. That's part of the nerve damage problem. Lots of numbness and some pain as well. I'll let you know how things go after the MRI. Thanks for your good wishes, Carolyn

Kash Poet

June 12, 2011 at 10:48 AM

Excellent Senryu here Michael.Enjoyed..Thanks for your ever inspiring words at my pages.

Poet Destroyer A

June 12, 2011 at 10:42 AM

Thank you Michael, for your wonderful comment . And the very heart felt poem. That one last heart beat is the one that matters, It's the loudest heart beat of them all and the one that holds your hand close to your heart. Just to feel that one that hangs in there.. Thanks for sharing.. this wonderful thought,..p.d.

Kacey Greenlee

June 12, 2011 at 10:19 AM

Well Michael,you are very much appreciated.Thank you for your warm thoughts on my''Heavenly Angels'' poem.You are a very unique writer.Big fan!....Kacey

Leo Larry Amadore

June 12, 2011 at 9:26 AM

An interesting and well-conceived thought, competently presented.

Kabuteng P.Ink K.

June 12, 2011 at 9:25 AM

what a very vivid write this is Michael! but I also actually like the hope you laced in here-- and thank you for your comments in my bloodstone poem-- happy to share that with you and thank you for taking enough interest to google it :D