lost melody.

Remembering lost love.

An old familiar tune echoed in my soul. It rollushed by like a crashing wave and soaked into my body. Wave after wave its melody played. It struck a chord in my heart & played a song only it knew how to play. It was like a dancing wind. It would swirl around like a bird soaring up into the horizon. How I missed that tune. I'd long to find its melody. It awakened notes inside me that I never imagined, it would cover me with its music & I'd feel safe. The haunting music has faded like a bloody rose in wintertime...yet the longing echos on.

Reviews

[Adam Adams]

It's funny, the love that's once beloved with smiles get hated with time. Your words remind me what an author said: "People who meet on regular basis get winded up with each other with time.." How true his words're. The remembrance of love's enough to please the spirit with emotions & your words proving it well. Quite heartfelt reading!

[thundershine]

thank you! :)

[Devons]

"Rollushed", what a word that is! I know it's not a real one as such, and somehow I know what it means - but where does that come from? It's clearly onomatopoeic, but did you invent it, or is it some kind of vernacular..? Just curious.
This is a genuine piece of feeling from the soul of memory. It is something difficult to explain clearly but the description employed here is luscious and conveys that obscure sensation with a freshness of clarity. I know exactly what it means to me, and identify with it strongly. One way of explaining my own interpretation is that certain songs or music from the past represent unseen memories just by sound - a feeling is revisited in me that belongs to another time in my life, but it is lost beyond the feeling, and it will only ever be a feeling; inexplicable, but I know it is only from me. Loss of innocence, perhaps... Like a disillusionment, but the reflection of how I was before is still sparkling somewhere, unknown.
These are the impressions that echo from this writing, as best I can explain them.

NB this is most certainly poetry, and I think it would be better organised into poetic form. It wouldn't need much re-arrangement. The reason I mention this is because I think many readers are discouraged when confronted with a poem that presents itself in prosaic form, if you see what I mean. It's not that I think poetry should appear in recognisable forms, but I do think that certain shapes of presentation certainly help package and deliver the poem more effectively and palatably. Just a point of view, of course.

[Nanu]

Beautiful. I wish too, to be able to feel that again, that comfort, that melody. It's like the colors of a sunset, and the softness of the sand. Everything you wrote reminds me of the beauty that comes with loving someone, yet also the sorrow of losing them. Every person we have onced love become an echo in our lives, forever resonating in our hearts, even after we've forgotten that feeling, it will always be there. An echo of someone who used to be our everything. Thank you for sharing.

[The Covert]

Apart from the remembering of a lost love,i see a moment of balance that opens up the affair your heart has with the tune regenerates the soul.
I rate this as a great piece. Apart of your imagery or concept,try looking at what you write from another angle and let that fuel another entirely in you. Work more on making those moments heavy also,it will leave an imprint on hearts.
It's Me
T.A

[The Covert]

Apart from the remembering of a lost love,i see a moment of balance that opens up the affair your heart has with the tune regenerates the soul.
I rate this as a great piece. Apart of your imagery or concept,try looking at what you write from another angle and let that fuel another entirely in you. Work more on making those moments heavy also,it will leave an imprint on hearts.
It's Me
T.A