Not Forgotten

 

I thought I had forgotten

what with spring came back to me

Words un-uttered thoughts we stirred

of the way things use to be

 

I remember the dark door

where we hid from all the rain

A dry respite from the storm

safe in arms I'd felt no pain

 

I went back to the small doorway

where happily our loves had played

My heart ached for what could have been

if behind that door we had stayed

 

With wild, spring, rain and thunder

something wondrous comes this way

Your eyes had said more that night

than your lips could ever say

 

Author's Note

Sometimes the thoughts of the mind take me back to times that seem like yesterday. However the day has set on those times and the new day risen on better ones.
This is a poem set to a 7 syllable count in the meter. It has a simple A.B.C.B. rhyme scheme. The 2nd line of each quatrain rhymes with the 4th.

Reviews

[Robbie~xoxo~]

WOW Tater Tot... This has left me breathless!
I am truly surprised by the passion in your words! OH MY! :D
Now this is worth reading over and over again, it makes the heart race...such palpable yearning etched between the lines...Lovely write!~xoxo~:)

[Tate Morgan]

Truly this is as good as my romantic heart can get

[Barbz]

Why is someone else using my pic? Barbz......not my review

[Tate Morgan]

Your humor is showing today barbz

[Barbz]

Sorry about this Tate, I wasn't trying to be humorous, merely curious. I went to this site to read this work last nite and tried to review it , but wasn't able. I scrolled down and saw my pic and a review.....however their was a different name under my pic with a review that I didn't write. I see that it's gone this morn....some sort of a snag, I assume........Barbz

[Barbz]

Just noticed, it was LadyAnn68....her pic is on it now. Glitch! Not a problem...

[Tate Morgan]

we do have gliches here like that

[John the Baptist]

"Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these: It might have been." Yes, sometimes our thoughts do alight on pleasant memories of times past, and we ask ourselves, "What if?" Of course we can never be sure, and the mind cleaves toward pleasure, not pain. Memories are like New York City; a nice place to visit, but you really don't want to live there.

[Tate Morgan]

That’s a good way to look at it. However poetry allows us to access otherwise forgotten them just like music I do believe music and poetry are stored in a different part of the brain than reality thank you very much

[Gee]

Man, you could get lost in those eyes forever....
Top notch writing Tate but we would expect nothing less :))

[Tate Morgan]

Hi Gee So nice to have you stop by. I get lucky once in a while things just fall into place thank you

[heartspeaks]

Your poems always leave me awed... This is again such a great work... I loved the words used and the way they are placed makes it look like a symphony of music in itself....

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you always nice to hear

[Einstein Noodle]

yes ...sometimes its like that ;) well done ..melancholy and contented reminiscence ... some loves are golden and do not tarnixh ..incredible pic as well .. i believe that is someone you knew is it not? thanks for sharing this Tate ..
E.

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you gene oh it is about someone I once knew for sure. By the way we are doing another christmas canon if you are interested it is on my page with instructions for adding your own quatrain

[Einstein Noodle]

think i will skip it this year ..but very humbled you would ask .. she is a special one eh!?

[Jamestown]

There is no doubt the good Lord gave you a gift, fantastic piece of work!
the last stanza is brilliant! Thanks for sharing and b-blessed!

[Tate Morgan]

Thank You James I am so glad you like it. You are blessed as well

[lei]

Oh memories... But that's one thing about memories, we can't forget them... I love this one Tate

[Tate Morgan]

thank you I like this one myself as it is so calm

[wordman]

and we read between the lines where the real words was spoken

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you I am really glad you liked it

[LadyAnn68]

Scrumptious...just perfect words saying the right thing! Lovely!

[M.A.Rathore]

How to paste the pics in the center of the page through cell...before beginning the poem...?

[Tate Morgan]

That I guess Ill have to teach you

[M.A.Rathore]

Yes of course...

[TheLostMind]

Good one :). I liked the wordplay in this one.
"My heart ached for what could have been
if behind that door we had stayed" - Ya . we all have that "what if" moment that will haunt us forever.

I loved the last stanza.
"With wild, spring, rain, and thunder
something wondrous comes this way
Your eyes had said more that night
than your lips could ever say".

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you very much yeah what if haunts my memories as it does many a man thank you