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Slipped Away

Time slipped through my fingers along with his worn out sweatshirt. Hundred sunsets followed the celebrations of my despair . But not tonight Tonight I am ignorant to all that is sensible. Not another second will be spared . Tonight I seek him I search I 'll search and call his name a plane -ride away and thousand grains. Tonight I sip french champagne from the spume of his stars Just like way back on those crescent eves When our shadows danced and our fingers entwined When all I am was his When all He is was mine. Fiction poem inspired by music

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Tim Smith

Date: 8/9/2016 8:12:00 AM

Time seems like it is slipping away. Taking my oldest off to university in a few days... lovely per usual

Timothy Hicks

Date: 3/16/2016 10:09:00 PM

Could have sworn I left a comment on this one ... not sure what happened. In any case ... Outstanding work, Charmaine. Romantic, in a sad way, "When all I am was his --- When all He is was mine" I love this part! You do passion really well.

Ashley Evans

Date: 3/15/2016 3:19:00 PM

Enjoyed it!

Jai Bankson

Date: 3/14/2016 2:15:00 AM

I don't know why but that is very sexy and direct in a way that I can't really explain..Thank you for doing so..

Paul Callus

Date: 3/1/2016 11:01:00 AM

"Tonight I sip french champagne from the spume of his stars" is very striking and lovely! All the poem is beautiful, although soaked in sadness. Another gem. ~ Regards // paul

Anthony Mark

Date: 3/1/2016 3:48:00 AM

a different style, and a lot darker, well written, very engaging piece,...love the formatting, ..hope you stay in this vein, it suits you, and that other style of butterflies does not match the new you...leave it to wither , and dig ever deeper for writes like these ....Ian

Ravi Sathasivam

Date: 3/1/2016 1:37:00 AM

Lovely write with penned well. Enjoyed reading it. Thanks for sharing it.

Justin Bordner

Date: 3/1/2016 1:29:00 AM

Your romantic reveries are teeth that mark my arteies with traces of spirit laces Charma. I love how you refuse to deny the Past ownership of your passion, aahhh, its so sexy, and even pretty in melancholy. "From the spume of his stars..." thats so brilliant and beautiful! And I'm captivated by the double meaning of, "A plane ride away and a thousand grains..." this poem makes me feel young love my Lady Hawk...J.A.B.

John Lawless

Date: 2/29/2016 3:52:00 PM

PLAY IT AGAIN CHARMING....this is a beautifully written poem. The obvious spacing changes work well to slow the reader and accentuate the mood.

Charlie Smith

Date: 2/29/2016 2:38:00 PM

Compellingly soft...well done.

Tim Smith

Date: 2/29/2016 2:10:00 PM

I just got through watching the movie Leap Year where she hops on a plane to find him. A fantastic love story. You would like it. This poem so reminds me of that. Chasing after a love we once knew and cherished...so lovely Charma

Charmaine Chircop
Date: 2/29/2016 2:19:00 PM

Tnks for reading too

Charmaine Chircop
Date: 2/29/2016 2:18:00 PM

I never saw that movie, taking a note Tim.

Eileen Manassian

Date: 2/29/2016 2:05:00 PM

Lovely write...soft and serene....Dear, check the last word in your fifth line...

Charmaine Chircop
Date: 2/29/2016 2:18:00 PM

How ignorant of me... I fixed the Ignorant ..lol,. Thanks Eileen for pointing it out... Hugs sweet lady.