So, give me your lost loves, your broken loves, your loves that never were! The fireworks that didn’t quite go off, the bud that never opened, the seed that failed to sprout.
Not To Be
My life- a filament on a mirrored pond,
freely floating, no horizons visible.
Drifting- against my will or perhaps in spite of it-
but for the breezes.
I’m certain you MUST exist, in this singular universe,
But for chance, most unfair,
I’ll not find you there.
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That initial image is so strong, and then we move into something wistful and poignant. It’s a lovely poem.
I love the central conceit and the way this meanders to the inevitable conclusion. Excellent work!
I love your central conceit and the way the poem, like the water, meanders to the inevitable conclusion. Excellent work!
Thank-you. I appreciate your insight!
It ain’t easy being a mermaid!
😁 Thanks… nice take.
What are the chances or the luck of it of not finding the person there. Love the straightforward approach.
You know what they say, Life’s a Crap Shoot. It is was it is. Thanks! ❤
So touching Susan
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Heavy — beautifully spun with strong imagery and lingering impression…not sugary sweet at all…and so powerful for that…
Much appreciated. 😊
Frogs are beautiful. I imagine a frog rather than anything else, waiting to be understood for what she/he is. It can be a long wait.
😊 A great insight. I already think they’re special. 😁
Toads are my favourites. Slow, steady and wise.
So sad that even though you know someone out there is perfect for you,chances are you can never get them… 😦
Believing in perfect love is, in itself, a beautiful thing. Thanks.
How difficult to imagine the perfect love somewhere out there, just out of reach…
Imagine perfect love exists is enough sometimes. 😊
I agree!
My goodness this is gorgeously rendered! 💝💝
I’m flattered. Thank-you!
So often we are left at the chance of maybe meeting someday… Sometimes I think it might be the most common way people meet…
Kismet can be a grand thing. ❤
Your poem goes so well with the photo and the prompt! Sounds a little ominous for the one floating!
Thank you for your comment on mine. When I went to respond WP turned it red and dumped it. :<(
You’re welcome and UGH. 😉
It does that every now and then.
It’s tougher when your match is most likely an interdimensional being. May plasmic magnetism make it happen.
Cool. Thanks
Lovely imagery–and there’s a sense of hope there. The filament is “freely” wandering, and the insistence at the end.
Thank-you. To be, or not to be? ❤
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