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The Days Before You

I no longer recall my yesterdays
or the ho-hum, mundane things I once did
The years I spent suspended in life's haze
Shielding the wounded heart,  I  shyly hid

Until perchance the day I found someone
Whose tender heart reflected shades of blue
He wore a dark mask, but it came undone
When I searched his sad eyes, twas then I knew

Our days were filled with laughter and great joy
Long nights consumed with passionate desire
No reasons to hide in disguise as coy
In the throes of love we gladly conspire

No trace of deep loneliness we once knew
No memories of the days ~ before you

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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Date: 3/22/2017 10:26:00 AM
This is a lovely and honest sonnet, Marti:) a 7:)
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Date: 3/21/2017 2:04:00 PM
A very beautiful poem. Awesome write
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Date: 3/18/2017 3:55:00 PM
Even better second read Marti, I don't know much about pentameter, but I think that's 10 syllables per line and you did that perfectly. I don't worry about others opinions overmuch, although I enjoy critiques from those whose opinion I value I think we all can improve in some ways with help. Can't fave twice but would if I could.
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Date: 3/18/2017 12:36:00 AM
This is an excellent sonnet, what the poor fellow below doesn't seem to grasp, is you write for the reader not some rigid rules. Some cant see the forest for the trees, so to speak.
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Date: 3/14/2017 4:33:00 PM
Great sonnet. I gave a fave.
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Date: 3/7/2017 8:59:00 PM
Lovely Marti...
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Date: 3/6/2017 10:18:00 AM
This is really touching. A fav for me.
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Date: 3/6/2017 9:31:00 AM
Now is the time for making memories...just lovely
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Date: 3/6/2017 9:15:00 AM
Forgot the 7, I forget to mention, I wrote a poem called "before you", which you may like also.
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Date: 3/6/2017 9:13:00 AM
Wow Marti, there is a wonderful, reflective and appreciative sentiment flowing in this piece. I love the suspended in life's haze, that's indeed what it feels like, living without love. I felt every word, a7 and a fave.
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