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

[Johanna]

really beautiful poem Tate!! wonderful job!

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you . It seems so much easier to remember the kind loves than it is to recall the cold pains thank you

[David Scott]

You give a found memory a little exploration without asking too much from the past. Very well formed thought Tate.
I like the way you look backwards in your poetry. It is not a living in the past, but a cherishing of the gifts and a sort of storing away little treasures...
Well done.

[Tate Morgan]

thank you David Yes it is a look back but simply to mark the spot where I turned right not left

[DiMar4u]

"Your eyes had said more..." I identified with this one..I am in a moment of silence, synapses firing, pupils pointed upward, dreams flowing....thanks for sharing-

[Tate Morgan]

thank you i am humbled and honored

[MoriartyMesa]

Tate, your always the better man than me. The music always blends with the wording. You have a showmanship, where I got that side show attraction. I tip my hat, lift my drink and say, damn it your the best.

[Tate Morgan]

I tip my hat to you in deference to your character .

[Tate Morgan]

thank you moriarty

[Tate Morgan]

I have a theory on the reason the music and the show all go together so well

[Michael G.]

You can go back to those doors, those moments, and there may be ghosts of memories still lingering. But alas, like the first time, you eventually walk away.
Excellent as always.

[Katrina Mckeown]

beautiful.

[sharonlee]

Hauntingly poignant Tate.