If
I were ready
I would not crave
your kiss, your touch
If I were ready
I would tell you I miss you
miss the ‘us’ we used to be
If I were ready
you could not steal
into my dreams each night
If I were ready
I would confess
I never stopped loving you
If I were ready
I would admit .. I should have
said goodbye long before you said it to me
You selected the perfect image for this piece!! Whew. Repetition is a cool poetry device and your final three lines are perfect. I've wished that in the past.
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ReplyDeleteSuch a meaningful poem! Stealing into your dreams...
Well, my dreams are kind of stolen for the moment by a woman that did not look to the right where I came on my bike, turning left in front of her as she stood at the red light... Don't look the same as in my post about PRESSTINE Atlanta – Altering my Escada Body with Snaps. Check out my reply to Tammy in yesterday's post.
Hugs,
Mariette
Clever use of the long shadow image in keeping with the "long time coming" theme. True how facing facts can simply be too tough so we get pushed.
ReplyDeleteWow, this is such a touching poem! I thankfully cannot relate to the feeling of heartbreak conveyed by it, but you express it really well.
ReplyDeleteAh, the wisdom of hindsight!
ReplyDeleteOops, I wasn't expecting that last one!!! I wasn't 'ready' for it. Personally, I think hindsight is slanted, like fake news, to what we would have liked it to be.
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Love the repetition if we were only ever ready. Well expressed
ReplyDeleteWow. Such a paradox of sharing that goes deep. I like how it expresses that divergent feelings can exist together at the same time.
ReplyDeleteInteresting juxtaposition of that image with the regret in the poem...!!
ReplyDeleteSad ...a tender expression of a broken heart.....Rall
ReplyDeleteI resonate with Colleen the paradox of feelings deep within. So beautifully brought out.
ReplyDeleteSo bittersweet. Even with the wisdom of years, its not hard to remember how some things really sting.
ReplyDeleteLove the image you used here, Helen. Some things in life are never forgotten.
ReplyDeleteRelationships--beginnings and endings--are such tricky situations. And your poem illustrates that so well. I really like the repetition, and love the realization in the closing.
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