Sweet Things I've Never Known

Her smile while sipping coffee,
Or her lips blowing the steam away,
Or the wishes in her eyes in the days sun,
Sweet things I've never known.

Her comforts touch in the coldest hour.
Her whispers while she sleeps underneath
the ageless aching of a souls content.

It may be they are nameless, but the colors
Have painted, have formed a fruitful tree
made of sweet things I've never known.

No imagination renders conclusions useless
Her fingers turning pages, her heart questioning
reasons, the sigh that out last time, it could be

Sweet things I have never known,
But concluded on my own credit
and own admissions,

I do not ache,
But from time to time
When the clock is all I hear

I wonder,
Of the sweet things
I have never known.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

We know those sweet things when we live them in our senses , our imaginations , our sincere admissions of guilt or otherwise. We sigh those last moments that were never concluded in the ageless achings of our souls...

A marvelous write...:).................

[Shaun Payton]

A wonderful summary Sami! Thank you Sami:)

[Sami Khalil]

My pleasure dear friend...:)................

[Shaquana Adams]

What made the poem come together for me was the line "I do not ache, ". Because you don't ache for it, it made your poem that much stronger. Thank you for sharing! :)

[Shaun Payton]

Well.its easier to wonder than to ache. Thanks Shaquana:)

[Brittany Zedalis]

You are a really great writer. This is beautiful.

[Shaun Payton]

Im humble, I appreciate the compliment very much. As beautiful.as the woman it was written to.

[Beccy]

Written from the heart and quite beautifully expressed, I simply loved every line of this poem.
read moreWritten from the heart and quite beautifully expressed, I simply loved every line of this poem.

Beccy