The personification of rain was well used to further the sadness and allow for greater impact of those final and very touching thoughts. "our poetry" only a great writer could impart such an all encompassing way to describe a relationship. Well done Frieda, short and sweet.
Such a wonderful poem. So much longing and nostalgia in only a few simple and sweet verses. The whole poem has a very melancholic feeling. I also love the use of a different color and formatting, it gives it a unique touch. Very lovely piece of work, Frieda.
i have different memories that come from this...although it is seemingly about someone who has been lost...i feel a time lost...in youth, in Vermont...when days were long with anticipation, life moved more slowly and every day was a vibrant run through beautiful landscapes...
now those memories still haunt, in a good way...but they seem so distant now at times...as if..well, did they ever really exist at all?
Posted 11 Years Ago
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11 Years Ago
Love your interpretation jacob, glad it brought back some happy memories...yep they did exist.
You have etched the stolen moments of time, regrets, and yearning. The vision of heartbreak has come to life, and you are the gifted artist to sketch the beauty of that pain...
Eloquent write!~xoxo~
Posted 11 Years Ago
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11 Years Ago
Wow Robbie, you're too kind my sweet friend, I'm doing the happy dance to your review, thanks muchly.. read moreWow Robbie, you're too kind my sweet friend, I'm doing the happy dance to your review, thanks muchly! xoxo
11 Years Ago
It's an amazing write, Friedalicious... dance arse off!! ~xoxo~:D
11 Years Ago
dance *your* arse off!! (he he)
11 Years Ago
I wish, if only that worked! Lol....
11 Years Ago
It does work, but not overnight!! LOL :D
11 Years Ago
Ha lifetime! I'd tell you I love you with my whole arse, since it's bigger than my heart. Lol ;-)
no such thing as time....no time to corral your life in corners,no lines of age to rope you down,Just a banjo ,thumb an claw hammer ,plunking notes to punctuate pebbles punching holes in Pollies pond.God I love her.
If you want to know me, read my poetry, it's all in there. I am a mother of three sons (my finest moments) a sister, a survivor and a little bit crazy. I lost my beloved sister to suicide, so you'll.. more..