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Remembered Love

Ashes waft over the meadow 
a jet stream of sorrow, 
beckoning the widow to the 
edge, down to the river. 

Contented epoch, at the 
creek where the wolves run, 
he lived and laughed. 

We watched the bright blue 
stars foxtrot across the milky 
way, a midnight indigo quilt 
shivering with light. 
 
Mountain men whose 
toughened hands cradle their 
violin and mouth harp. Music 
soared amidst craggy 
chiseled countenance. 

We listened to the chaste 
screech of a hawk, the forlorn 
cry of a mountain cat, 
soft snuffling of a bear, 
watery splash of a fish. 

You and I waltzed in the 
meadow; no music needed 
other than the love song that 
pulsed in our hearts. 

Can I have this dance for 
the rest of my life? 
Together it seemed so… 

right, 
wrong, 
simple, 
eternal, 
joyful, 
lonely, 
sad… 

...happily ever after? 

No.

Time enough for us to love, 
laugh, share, be silly, fight, 
forgive, and cry? 
To seethe and despair? 

Yes.

Trisha Sugarek from
Butterflies and Bullets 

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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Date: 11/14/2015 9:16:00 AM
Trisha :) Congratulations on having your poem featured on the soups, Home Page. ~SKAT LOVE~
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Date: 4/9/2014 9:45:00 AM
I love this...very very creative layout..you captured my attention from start to finish!
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Trisha Sugarek
Date: 4/9/2014 10:12:00 AM
thank you for your kind words. Trish
Date: 4/9/2014 8:30:00 AM
- Spread happiness and love .... then the world will be good to live in - well written poem, Trisha !!! - oxox // Anne-Lise :)
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