Future Imperfect
By Silver Spun Sand
Mon, 22 Jun 2015
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‘Time does not bring relief; you all have lied who told me time
would ease me of my pain; I miss him in the weeping
of the rain; I want him at the shrinking of the tide.’
(Edna St Vincent Millay)
Sitting with you by the River Cam; it was raining.
We sat beneath your black and white umbrella
and watched the swans.
How serene, and unruffled they seemed. Much like us;
standards to uphold. Heaven forbid we’d break
the moral code.
So we merely brushed hands
and exchanged pleasantries.
Time was on our side
or so we thought...
Threw dreams in the river as glibly as crusts to the birds
and let day follow day, whilst we’d talk about the weather...
films we’d watch. How we‘d go together …
one of these nights.
Our passion for poetry; how we often spoke of love – never
in our own words; only in those
we borrowed.
Funny how the things I remember most,
of all the things we did, were the things we were going to do...
tomorrow.
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Beautiful - made me think we
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Beautiful - made me think we must live for the moment - grab those chances and opportunities whilst we can.
'Threw dreams in the river as glibly as crusts to the birds' creates a touching picture which sums up that feeling of letting go of that which we actually desire..
love_writing
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'the things we were going to
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'the things we were going to do tomorrow', so poignant.
A sad poem of lost love and lost tomorrows, so well written.
Lindy
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So sad and wistful and very
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So sad and wistful and very real. I feel these sentiments.
The beat of your heart is the mellifluent rhythm to my soul.
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