Rainy grey days, appears like the sky is falling down,
All around the mystical splendour of Killeen Castle,
Horses grazing on it's fine fertile pastures,
Ancient, patient, enraptured and captured,
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The only foes were ourselves. I love that line. I think most of us have had lost love in our lives Sometime we can't quite understand what happened. Sometime I think we are not supposed to. Lovely poem
No time to dance, our chance of a dream life gone, The song, was an elusive combination of love and hate, Too late, my persona shattered into tiny broken pieces, That was my fate. It's beauty of words and thoughts..................10
these lines are filled with passion, love, pain and vivid imagery...............wonderful write Hazel........
A beautiful write.....so long as the joys of life outnumber the pain, so long as pain teaches us something, we've lost nothing and gained much - compassion and empathy are two of pain's gifts! I truly enjoy your work!
Excellent poem...Each lines are so well written. Loved reading it.. Beautiful poem. I seek your Blessings on my completion of 100 poems..Thank you.
love and admiration are a cold commodity among these castle walls when the heart tolls silently. nicely done
excellent poetry, no need to say more or i am speechless to to utter any words.! .. however enjoyed fully..
It's painful to see the inevitable coming early in the poem and then it being obvious and unavoidable at the ending. At the very least though, you got a good poem out of it.
It's painful to see the inevitable coming early in the poem and then it being obvious and unavoidable at the ending. At the very least though, you got a good poem out of it.
A sad ending rhyme. i wish u guys can be together. lines filled with passion. nice 1
You are an amazing writer! The way your words dance on the page painting pictures in my mind! How alluring. Great write!
You are amzing to be sharing your notes. I hope that there is now pure sunlight in your life. So well written Hazel
The intensity in the poem reveals the feelings the poetess had at the time of writing it. Very deep and touching Hazel. Marvelous wording and the imagery is of high qualities. Well done Hazel.
Well imagery and sad poem but you draw several images here.
Celt versus Celt, maybe the outcome was predetermined. Well expressed I shall try some of your other work. Thankyou.
What a summit of poetic expressions! These broken pieces have made this piece a real literary gem of the kind. Nostalgic and lost in sweet reminiscences you have really re assembled a thing of beauty.
The song, was an elusive combination of love and hate, Too late, my persona shattered into tiny broken pieces, That was my fate. What is lotted can not be blotted but we can not erase our past from the canvas of our life.