A special day
but you weren’t there
for me
Or if you were
hidden in the crowd
I didn’t see you
No words, no greeting
no thoughts, no good wishes
You left me
alone.
A special day
but you weren’t there
for me
Or if you were
hidden in the crowd
I didn’t see you
No words, no greeting
no thoughts, no good wishes
You left me
alone.
I opened this expecting a post about Paul McCartney and Wings! Nice poem!
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Words come and go. In my case they come into my head around dawn or slightly earlier and if I don’t write them down they go extremely quickly!
It’s interesting to play with the structure and get slightly different meanings using exactly the same words. I like the ambiguity too – could be about so many occasions…..
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I also like the ambiguity. Like art, I like to read a bit of me in a poem. That said, this could be about quite a few days I’ve had.
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Yes, while most of what I write (ie the handful of poems written in my entire life) are about something specific, I like to leave them open enough so that people can interpret them how they want — and as you say, read a bit of yourself in there.
After I had written it, the next image that came to mind was a jilted bride! Far removed from my original inspiration but that’s what makes it interesting. I don’t think readers need to know the background – takes the mystery, the thinking, and the personal relating out of it.
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Le sigh*…Why did a little child waiting for a Father to come for their birthday enter my mind?
You know I am a fan of compressed poetry and this is well done..Emotive & visual
🙂
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Thank you. You know this is new ground for me, so I am just exploring. Great when it does give people pictures though. I can’t read anything without conjuring up images and pictures.
As I said above, it could be lots of situations. I hadn’t thought of a child, that is very sad. And so fits the words.
Very much appreciate your critique and your insight.
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Reading this, conjured up a memory … a story a person told me long time ago, about his special day. Strange — hadn’t thought of the person for ages.
I used to say that I’m not a ‘poetry person’, but deep down I think we all are … it’s just a matter of finding the kind that appeals to us — like yours here, I liked this. I’ve written one poem in my life.
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I studied quite a lot at school, from Romantics to modern 20C – all British ones unsurprisingly. But I hated trying to write it.
Reading other people’s work on the internet however has been quite inspirational, and I’ve discovered I’m comfortable enough with writing something like this. Occasionally 😀 Thanks, and if it evoked a memory, better still.
I’m not very far in front of you. I can remember struggling with one at school (there may have been others) and this is the third one on here!
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