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

[M.A.Rathore]

I thought I had forgotten
what with spring came back to me
Words unuttered thoughts we stirred
of the way things use to be


How nicely the poet TATE begins his reminiscences asking whether he could remember those ones that occured when he was quite young while his spring could serve his feelings and desire.

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

Eventually he was caught in the arms of raining water and stormy situation that he had to remain in arms may be of some soft ones but was worthy for him to remember in future days.

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

It is really a fine stanza in which the poet express his heart aching for for the person whom he liked to stay with.

With wild, spring, rain, and thunder
something wondrous comes this way
Your eyes had said more that night
than your lips could ever say

The concluding lines say in volume. It is really a very nice love episode that could be a story for future poets.
In this piece of poetic creation I try to deduce meaning from. The matter may different in this poem.All these views are mine expressed here and accordinng to my knowledge. Hope viewers will like this.
Thanks...
Love you TATE
Keep writing..........

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you Ma so nice to see you here today Thank you for accepting the friendship and reviewing this poem

[M.A.Rathore]

Welcome again Tate....

[VALORMORE DE PLUME]

wonderful, the sentimental breeze sways our thoughts back and forth while memories swirl around us like leaves. after all, memories are the leaves of the book that is our life.
A pleasure to read my friend.

[Tate Morgan]

How true elegantly put thank you val

[MomzillaNC]

You were correct. I do like this one. There's a touching sentimentalism in your elegant lines here.

[Tate Morgan]

thank you memories do give the reality a boost thank you

[MomzillaNC]

You're welcome.

[Matching Socks]

Tate, this absolutely gorgeous!

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you Ana so sweet to hear

[Danilo Ašanin / ..]

I'm not a big fan of counted and organized poems, but this one seems as if there is no counting... I like it... A LOT. Cheers,Tate. :)

[Tate Morgan]

thank you danilo what better praise could one ask for than to convert another?

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Bittersweet in memory; the things that used to be. But love is enduring no matter what the skeptics say. It's a pleasure to read something romantic this morning. I enjoyed.

[Tate Morgan]

thank you Fabian you are a gentleman

[Brianna Brie]

With wild, spring, rain, and thunder
something wondrous comes this way
Your eyes had said more that night
than your lips could ever say

The verse above is my favorite. I particularly like your author's note explaining the rhyme and rhythm scheme. It would be nice to see more of that on Writer's Cafe. Kudos!

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you Bri it has been a while since last we talked

[melissa]

This is amazing poem tate Keep up the great work and keep sending me more to read i love reading them

[nancy.sedky]

this one is my favourite...really...it is too simple yet says much...thank you tate for writing such beautiful words.

[Tate Morgan]

thanks dear yeah i too like it

[WE]

wow , this was so beautiful I loved the whole scheme

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you so much I remember the girl and the time this happened as if yesterday