To hell in a hand basket.1

I counted my stars when you walked out.
Do you wonder what ever happened to
the love you said mine?
It all went to hell in a hand basket.

Do you wonder why I never called you to fight
you with a new girl, stealing glances to see if Iam fine,
I counted my stars when you walked out.

I still find you lingering in my thoughts,
When you kiss her lips do you remember mine?
It all went to hell in a hand basket?

All those hopes and dreams you spoke like you meant,
When you brush hair off her face do you see mine?
I counted my stars when you walked out.

Was there ever a time you were real in our past?
the memories of holding me under the stars and moon,
It all went to hell in a hand basket!

You are a thing of my past I don't want to rewrite.
What goes around, comes around. You will have
your share of pain
I counted my stars when you walked out.
It all went to hell in a hand basket !

Reviews

[barleygirl]

As I mentioned in another poem of yours just now, the repeating lines work well in the flow of your message. I love reading both #1 & #2, becuz of the comparison of TONE mostly. Here, you sound mostly like a liberated person who is energized by the end of such hell. But in the next version, you sound very sassy & fun, like maybe you've been reading Paul Bell a little too much lately! *smile* I love the both together becuz it's a logical progression from slightly bemoaning a separation, to celebrating it & shoving the remnants in the "ex's" face. I love the title, even tho this is a cliché, it's not one that's used these days, so it has a freshness to it, as if re-emerging from an old style of language. As always, you use a ton of original details to get your point across with a powerful sense of liberation (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Mrudula Rani]

Margie dear, the second poem was written by Paul himself. I made a remark " it all went to hell in a hand basket " Paul liked it , so I challenged him to write a poem with mine. ( I do love Paul Bell's poems a little too much) thank your for those wonderful, affectionate reviews. Um beijo.

[barleygirl]

Paul is one of the most steady writers here (a favorite) & he's always coming up with new ways to think about life & relationships!

[Jimmy Yetts]

Why is it always a "hand basket?"
Why can't things go to hell in a bicycle basket?
In any event, an excellent piece of work!

[Mrudula Rani]

Which ever basket you choose is fine with me. It is so wonderful to see your reviews this morning. Thank you. Abraço ( a hug) all the best.

[Neville]

Read several times over and still wonder whether this poetic tale is based on some unfortunate reality or your amazing imagination & creativity.......................................Neville..

[Mrudula Rani]

It was suggestion based on a comment... Paul and I produced our poems. Thank you my dearest friend for the concern, uma abraço bem apertado.

[Neville]

Thank you for the explanation........N

[An owl on the moon]

Há tanta dor que perdura ... as sombras escuras que te assombram. Suas palavras recriam o mundo do amor que fugiu do seu coração para o coração do outro. Minha alma dói.

[Mrudula Rani]

Muito Obrigada para suas palavras lindos de amor, adorei muito. Você tem razão, perder amor é a coisa muito triste de vida, mais a vida é assim!
uma grande abraço. Um bom semana de muito sucesso.

[An owl on the moon]

Tão verdadeiro ... a vida é assim ... Esperando agora que seus sonhos ganhem vida. Grandes abraços. :)

[sette]

and to the hand basket it all went, surrendering all the pain and heartaches. moving on is a better alternative and the poem really expresses the hurt and pain. nicely written too. direct and spontaneous

[Mrudula Rani]

Thank you for your wonderful words. I appreciate them.

[sette]

you are welcome

[Paul Bell]

Who knows what can happen in a relationship.
But when it's time to get out, it's time to get out.

[Mrudula Rani]

No one knows what to expect in a relationship, but if one starts with one foot in the relationship and the other out... only looking for excuses to get out!

[Ardra]

So full of remorse.... it's so when someone walks out of our life...
I like all being put in a basket to hell...:)

[Mrudula Rani]

Yes, the pain of rejection is painful. Thank you Ria.