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heart wrenching on the carburator. That love can be found w/in and w/out. Find it

posted by Smittenheimer on October 12, 2008 at 12:33 PM | link to this | reply

Sinome

We live in our ephemeral present, but even more so in the firmness that is our past...

posted by Nautikos on October 10, 2008 at 5:43 PM | link to this | reply

Especially liked: "Rain plays with grass blades/covering them with mud". For me, an interesting sense of time juxtaposed against the forever experience imbeeded within us. Funny how autumn rains can stir the memories of who we were in our shining moments. Also like how you get inside your thoughts and work (ok, wrestle) with them (certainly not easy). And in this one--not so much the theme, "so much better to have loved only once than not at all", but how that experience will always reside in us shaping our future. I think this poem informs us how we might use that experience...so the poem is not just "reflective" but also an insight.

posted by jfm32 on October 10, 2008 at 4:20 PM | link to this | reply

I love your imagery through and through! sam xoxo

posted by sam444 on October 10, 2008 at 11:50 AM | link to this | reply

And lingers and lingers and lingers. In daylight I find it hard to believe that I still dream about my first love from time to time.

posted by vogue on October 10, 2008 at 10:39 AM | link to this | reply

Sinome

It's OK to visit the past from time to time, our soul,  drenched in nostalgia, (absolutely loved that line) as long we don't linger there in regret....  

posted by Troosha on October 10, 2008 at 7:40 AM | link to this | reply

Well said Sinome and very true

my first love was a lifetime ago but yes I can remember our last hours together as if it were yesterday; many blessings and thanks - have a wonderful weekend my friend

posted by mariaki on October 10, 2008 at 5:58 AM | link to this | reply

Between the first moment with a first love, when one does not even realize yet that they are going to fall in love, and the last moment with a first love, are so many memories, both good and not so good, all rolled in to a once-in-a-lifetime experience.  How can one not write poetry about it.

posted by TAPS. on October 10, 2008 at 5:38 AM | link to this | reply

Thanks for sharing the universal truth ...

posted by afzal50 on October 10, 2008 at 2:16 AM | link to this | reply

Poignant truth! For it is not over until w put it to rest! Beautiful imagery. sam

posted by sam444 on October 9, 2008 at 9:39 PM | link to this | reply

Not yet passed...yeah I like that!

Woof! from the wonder dog and from me too!

posted by Whacky on October 9, 2008 at 9:11 PM | link to this | reply

Excellent poem

I've had moments like that when a spirit of the past fleetingly enters my energy field and I have a brief smile then I remember why they are out of my life and I let the past be in the past.

posted by skye08 on October 9, 2008 at 7:39 PM | link to this | reply

BETTERR TO HAVE LOVED AND LOST THAN NEVERR TO HAVE LOVE AT ALL, ONE OF THE MEMORIES YOU LIKE TO KEEP EVEN THO IT HURTS, THANKS KENT

posted by Riversidepoet on October 9, 2008 at 7:38 PM | link to this | reply

so true and his name was Jim with beautiful blue eyes, he takes his place in my heart still after more than 40 years

posted by lustorlove on October 9, 2008 at 7:32 PM | link to this | reply

Yes some things are a long time passing. Funny the things you want to recall -you seem to forget and some memories cling on for ever.Good write Marta as always.

posted by merkie on October 9, 2008 at 5:08 PM | link to this | reply