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March 16, 2013

Slipping away


  
There was beautiful sunshine and fragrant air,
A cool breeze teasing my unruly hair.
In I slowly put my hand ,
Picked up a fistful of golden sand.

Merry times on a beach, splashing in the waves !
Blend of fun and love any girl craves.
Not a care anywhere in sight,
My life never seemed so bright.

Slipping through my fingers, cannot hold forever..
Hurtful words I should not remember,
Cling onto the tender love and laughter.
The sun will rise again the night after.

I grope again in the space,
I know I have myself to brace.
Broken pieces of a dream..
Surges my agony in a silent scream.


Written for The Last Mixed Bag 


14 comments:

  1. I enjoyed the contrast in moods between the first two stanzas and the last two. "Silent screams" are sometimes the loudest!

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    1. Thank you Mary. Yes, indeed silent screams are from the deep ends of your heart.

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  2. Hurtful words can certainly be harmful, even in memory.

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    1. Yes, hurtful words are hardly forgotten and they continue to hurt relationships.

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  3. Wow, the sands of time hold both good and bad memories. Which to choose? What to do? I like your response to the prompt.
    K

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  4. Bad memories will hopefully fade as the ocean brings the waves in and out bringing new sand and taking some of the old.

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    1. yes...every wave is a new experience..

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  5. Darn those moments happen...life will be sunny and then clouds either from new pain or memories of the old. Wonderful piece

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  6. beautifully preserved emotion... enjoyed reading it...
    Keep Rhyming...
    Cheers :)

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  7. Great piece--I so enjoyed it and thank you for visiting my blog!

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    1. Thank u...and thanks for visiting here too..

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