I saw this poem on the other blogger site, which hit close to home. So I couldn't resist this burning temptation to add my own verse in the comment section under the title "Sunset". Oddly, It was written almost at the time of Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston split. Just before their final romantic trip. The seed was already planted and with the last sun ray the poem was born. http://tatianyc.com/WebPages/poempages/sunset.html
All promises you've made for me, but failed To lure to earth the revered loner-moon, that shone its light, when words were dim and faint, Firm sentiments turned numb on the abridged page, this cleared my brain so I could sort it through, chilling my fever showing the Milky Way. What can I do, when the sky is no more blue and cherished roses – our roses no longer red? And you, my friend, relive our last sunset: Two lonely heads together at the bay, where upon no words were moaned or said, We watched the waves and blithesome passersby . . . What can I do? You held my hand and kissed my salty hair; It was a bittersweet good-bye.
I saw this poem on the other blogger site, which hit close to home. So I couldn't resist this burning temptation to add my own verse in the comment section under the title "Sunset". Oddly, It was written almost at the time of Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston split. Just before their final romantic trip. The seed was already planted and with the last sun ray the poem was born. http://tatianyc.com/WebPages/poempages/sunset.html
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ReplyDeleteBy Tatiana Pahlen
All promises you've made for me, but failed
To lure to earth the revered loner-moon,
that shone its light, when words were dim and faint,
Firm sentiments turned numb on the abridged page,
this cleared my brain so I could sort it through,
chilling my fever showing the Milky Way.
What can I do, when the sky is no more blue
and cherished roses – our roses no longer red?
And you, my friend, relive our last sunset:
Two lonely heads together at the bay,
where upon no words were moaned or said,
We watched the waves and blithesome passersby . . .
What can I do?
You held my hand and kissed my salty hair;
It was a bittersweet good-bye.
July 23, 2001
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