Monday, March 7, 2016

Wandering In The Dark Comments

Rating: 5.0

I consider it likely against my best interests to wonder on
And often times I make a concerted effort to keep it far from the front of my mind
But none of us has much control over which way our minds might wander
And when the night is long
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Mike Smith
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Bill Galvin 19 April 2016

How often the sensitive soul's fate is sealed by the gentle touch, a soft glance, or timely smile. Exquisite work.

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Leah Ayliffe 08 April 2016

Gorgeous poem. Memory is so powerful.

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Mike Smith 08 April 2016

Thank you Leah

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Cigeng Zhang 03 April 2016

Deep self thinking, a wonderful work. No, the past is in stone now Cold, and without voice or life And the future Undoubtedly Will bear no resemblance to that not so long ago time... I liked this part. The past turns into a stone with time passing by, but life is still a life. Live on.

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Mike Smith 04 April 2016

Thank you Cigeng. It seems that is the way of it. I appreciate your comment

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Daniel Brick 09 March 2016

I love te passage at te end: We walked between the trees, , , Guided only by distant astrological bodies... and (your gesture) sealed my fate. We have two choices when a dream-love fails: belittle it, mock it, traduce te woman for infidelity to fate, you get te picture, OR we can enlarge te experience of near-love to epic, mythic proportions (witness: distant astrological bodies) and make what we experienced so B-I-G that its failure becomes just one element of this elemental drama. That second choice is te one you made and it shows you are worthy of te love you desired then, , , and now! !

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Mike Smith 10 March 2016

Yes it seems those truly are the choices. I'd never considered it that way, but it makes perfect sense. And I could cite a dozen examples from people in my life that have chosen one or the other at a given time. Your insight, your comment, and your compliment are much appreciated. Thanks

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Souren Mondal 09 March 2016

You made me realise how human is it to feel like this.. I spend five years going around the memory lane of a love that wasn't.. It wasn't after I had wasted a long part of my life... Half a decade... That I realised even if history repeated itself, it won't do so with any changes.. The same things will happen that had once made me regret in the first place.. Wonderful as usual Mike.. Thanks.

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Mike Smith 10 March 2016

Thanks Souren. I think most people probably have something similar to a 'the one that got away' tale. Mostly we don't talk about such things because they're either painful to think of, or we fear they make us seem weak. That may very well be the case. And if so, I'm weak. And I'm okay with that. Such is life

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Abderrahmane Dakir 08 March 2016

Nice poem about the best memories of love that sealed your fate. Thank you for sharing this awesome poem.

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Mike Smith 08 March 2016

Thank you Abderrahmane. The poem is likely a bit dramatized for reasons Kelly cited below. At any rate, your kind compliments are much appreciated

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Brian Mayo 07 March 2016

Great poem, well-crafted, with obvious heartfelt emotion. Where do you draw the line between recalling a cherished memory and dwelling on the past...? I think the last 12 lines are undeniably magnificent.

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Kelly Kurt 07 March 2016

You=She. A 'love', perhaps among the first. Stored and resurrected memories build upon themselves, manufacturing idyllic possibilities. Release is up to the one that will recall and is easier said than done. Nightfalls can perfume and fan the lingering scent.

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Mike Smith 08 March 2016

Accurate and insightful. Agree with all of it

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