Lost Love Comments

very nice poem........dear poet

what a thought...........dear poet

What an incurable romantic! The train hurtles forward like time, leaving that chapter of your life behind. Your musing becomes a reverie of storms which sweep all transient things away. You hope the storm gave her something, even as it took something away. All human beings are ultimately swallowed up in time: your reverie of tempestuous time reaches a pitch a of sheer abandon, which you paradoxically wish for her, envisioning an oasis of eternal song in the storm. You remember her through the lens of love, so your blessing is in the language of love. The setting of the shoddy bar (where music is perhaps playing) is strangely appropriate. A glass or two of gin is a trigger for a session of thought. However the session begins, it reaches a pure place...an oasis in the storm of regret and pain. .

On being separated, love is not lost.It is always there as the lover's heart cries with rain and wind without pause, but he prays to see his beloved happy in her new home To quote from this lovely poem- - - Poor thing succumbed To persuasion Pray let her see In the sinews and manliness Of the unsung groom A downpour of love Torrential, unabated So she can sing In rhyme with the awkward wind And the foolish rain Sorrow, pain and forsakenness But yet an oasis of sheer abandon Love, music and eternal song

Thanks Mr. Smith. Will sure look up your poem.