Today I walked
With your hand in mine
Down a starry-eyed beach
But only in an image
Taken so long ago
I forget the date
The time the place
I just know that moment is timeless
It transcends an age
It travels through the world
In the pocket of a girl
Who misses her picture perfect
Through summer months
And blues and tears and miles
This image remains
It is beautiful and whole
Something I, the girl, is no longer.
I miss your hand
I miss the feel the smell the taste
I miss everything about you
And on these hot summer days
I am left to picture your hand
Reaching across a dimension
To once more fit in mine
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Hello Abby!
This is a very lovely piece! Almost all the whole lines are very beautiful. Through your imagination you could sense, feel and touch this elegant woman from a distance. Sometimes our memory play back and replays our romantic relationships we had in the past. And this gives us a moment feeling of love and joy that is shortlived!
I just heart this piece the way it was written!
Elegant and enormously gratifying!
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Thank you!
Thank you!
dear Abby,
it is a sorrow filled picture you have left us readers with. we can only assume what became of the couple. he may have died or left the girl. with these lines I guess he passed away:
And on these hot summer days
I am left to picture your hand
Reaching across a dimension
To once more fit in mine
always, Cat
thanks for the feedback!
thanks for the feedback!
Hi Abby, this...
piece has a sad connotation to it. Love your style. Keep well.
Nice to see you back...
I've missed your writing. This poem is a good reason for writing the time, date and people on the back of every photograph.
I have many pictures that are precious, but when I am gone, the memory will be too, and people will say; "I wonder who was in that picture with him? What is that story? I like this piece a lot. ~ Geez.
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Great job
Sorry someone you cared so deeply for is separated from your over space and time. The poem is absolutely beautiful. If I have one suggestion it concerns stanza 5
Something I, the girl, is no longer.
I miss your hand
I miss the feel the smell the taste
I miss everything about you
That first line, is that a typographical error or a misplaced comma. I understand what it says but it reads a little off to me. Otherwise an amazing poem.
Great job,
Tim
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Applause!
Congratulations on your contest win! I loved this one so much. Well deserved!
Tim
Thanks so much!
Thanks so much!
Congratulations on...
your win of poem of the month! Well done! ~ Geezer.
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The old photograph
A fine poem, Abby.
Enjoyed the wistful imagery you have woven.
Psyve
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