there you are
that black hair
that touches your waist
swaying as you walk
side to side to side
the guy though
by your side
here in Izmir
lacks the swagger
of a youthful me
no long hair
blowing in the breeze
or Fu Manchu
framing the grin
so he’s not me
she’s not you
just a lookalike
four decades later
and thousands of miles
on the other side of loss
a lifetime ago
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Smile. I write my feelings. true and honest and simple.
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Bam!…like a punch. Powerful.
Thank you, Robert, for these kind words.
You beat me to October, boss. But it was worth coming in second to see this.
Thanks, Jeff. It’s all in the timing, I suppose, but I am 7 hours ahead, you know.
Lovely n sweet poem.every passing time converts in sweet memories.
Thank you.
Welcome.
I understand.
Thank you.
My sister’s long black hair swept the floor.
She is gone now, before her time, before I could make a rhyme for her. Many men were crazed by her beauty & her hair.
Her hair made fools & prisoners of many. I have never seen hair like hers. She was a Rapunzel. I am torn & confused.
I’m sorry for your loss but let us pray she is captivating souls in another world.
Captivating poem that has stirred old emotions to revisit. Well done.
I read, the rhythm is subtle, but the “oh-well” tone of regret is clear. I’ve seen women who were like those I’d known years before and had a similar feeling.
Thank you. We’ve probably all had that feeling about someone.