Last Waltz
By threeleafshamrock
Mon, 09 Jan 2012
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Speak not to me of dreams that we have shared…
when love was mirrored , as our souls were bared.
The bonds that held us thralled, remain as then…
but they may never capture us again.
If we should ne’re revisit, let it be…
that sleeping passion, clothes my memory.
Dry your tears and cast aside regret…
for would it not be worse, had not we met?
Victims of both time and circumstance…
but when the music played, how we did dance.
And we may dance again, for who can say…
what tune, the band called Fate, may choose to play.
So speak not of the dreams, that we have shared…
as though the Last Waltz, of a Love that dared.
Chris Birrane © 2012
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I LIKED IT ALL ;
Permalink Submitted by WORLDWITHINAWORLD on
I LIKED IT ALL ; BUT,ESPECIALLY THE "WHAT TUNE, THE BAND CALLED FATE, MAY CHOOSE TO PLAY. "
AS AN ASIDE, I WONDER IS THE NAME FATE IS COPYWRITTEN FOR A BAND. I IMAGINE - YES
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Chris, this has to be one of
Permalink Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Chris, this has to be one of my many favourites of yours, and, as the previous comment highlights, the personification of 'Fate' is very effective:-
Very much enjoyed;-)
Tina xx
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This is so beautiful, it had
Permalink Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
This is so beautiful, it had an elegance of times
past about it. Really good piece, well deserved of
the cherries.
Jenny.
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I'm not usually a fan of
I'm not usually a fan of rhyming poetry but this is beautiful - loved it.
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Enjoyed the dance. Rich
Permalink Submitted by hudsonmoon on
Enjoyed the dance.
Rich
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This has a lovely rhythm to
Permalink Submitted by MistakenMagic on
This has a lovely rhythm to it, Chris. Love the structure! Congrats on the cherries ;-)
Magic xxx
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Threeleafshamrock this is a
Threeleafshamrock this is a really good piece of writing. I love the retrospection and the choice of language is impeccable - a real time travel machine of a poem, well done. It's not forced in either subject, sentiment or rhyme/metre. WELL DONE.
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