Smiling, Waving and Crying
By Bee
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On the day that you told me,
the hope I'd clung to died.
I walked off into the kitchen,
brewed the tea and cried.
I dried my eyes, and wiped my nose
on my sleeve, then smiled -
'Cake? A biscuit?
Yes, I'm fine,' I lied.
You held my hand and said,
'I love you, you know?'
'I know,' I said, 'I love you too.'
You left me then, smiling and waving
and crying again -
something I still do.
On the day that you told me,
I wish I had begged you - Don't go!
Would it have made any difference?
Somehow - Yes, would be sadder than -
No.
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very hard to do this kind of
very hard to do this kind of thing and not sound mawkish. Well done
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This is very well 'sculpted',
This is very well 'sculpted', Bee, and the interweaving rhymes heighten the flow. So much unsaid, left to the imagination, including what kind of love could lead to such a parting, and the finality of not being able to yet ask that question belatedly. Rhiannon
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Great writing, Bee. Cherries
Great writing, Bee. Cherries more than deserved.
Tina
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Hi Bee
Hi Bee
I like this kind of poem - and can relate to the story. Well done.
Jean
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Rhyme's tricky to pull off
Rhyme's tricky to pull off with a serious sentiment - you do it finely here, Bee.
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It is so hard to write heart
It is so hard to write heart felt poetry that rhymes without it sound trite, but you have managed it beautifully.
I very much liked the last couple of lines.
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I found this poem very
I found this poem very touching. Great writing, well done :)
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