Charmaine Chircop Poet Free verse

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 August 9, 2016 at 8:12 AM Time seems like it is slipping away. Taking my oldest off to university in a few days... lovely per usual

Timothy Hicks March 16, 2016 at 10:09 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 March 15, 2016 at 3:19 PM Enjoyed it!

Jai Bankson March 14, 2016 at 2:15 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 March 1, 2016 at 11:01 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 March 1, 2016 at 3:48 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 March 1, 2016 at 1:37 AM Lovely write with penned well. Enjoyed reading it. Thanks for sharing it.

Justin Bordner March 1, 2016 at 1:29 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 February 29, 2016 at 3:52 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 February 29, 2016 at 2:38 PM Compellingly soft...well done.

Tim Smith February 29, 2016 at 2:10 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 February 29, 2016 at 2:19 PM Tnks for reading too Charmaine Chircop February 29, 2016 at 2:18 PM I never saw that movie, taking a note Tim.

Eileen Manassian February 29, 2016 at 2:05 PM Lovely write...soft and serene....Dear, check the last word in your fifth line... Charmaine Chircop February 29, 2016 at 2:18 PM How ignorant of me... I fixed the Ignorant ..lol,. Thanks Eileen for pointing it out... Hugs sweet lady.