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That One Fine Day

Contributed by thespiritx on Thursday, 22nd January 2004 @ 10:44:58 PM in AEST
Topic: goodbyepoetry



They engaged in discourse
A chatter buzzed, then,
And a friendship arose,
Awkward as it was.

Private and public, both
They talked of life, love,
though they knew not of it,
And of personal discovery.

Diluted as they were by young age,
Their emotions flowed as freely
As a river, without rocks,
Without hindrance,
Through speech and time.

And time was indiscriminant,
Acting on them, emotions and all.
They grew older, and perhaps
Maybe a bit wiser.

And they learned.
Learned of what they had talked about
So often in the past:
Life, love and who they truly were.

Indeed, each idea flared into
A dramatic existence in its own time,
Love, not the least of them.
Each was meant to come about.
Perchance meant also to die.

As the river reached the ocean,
It spilled into emptiness,
Destroying itself.
Such was their love.

As time ticked away,
Existing only in and of itself,
Past and future neglected,
so did they exist, aloof and unaware.

No longer did the admiration
For thought... for being...
For life... gleam in their eyes.
No longer.

They witnessed together
The decay of love.
The atrophy of friendship.
A diminishing and washing away of
Themselves, their souls, into the sea.

They were then without raiment in the world,
Naked and alone for all to envision.
They understood fear, despair and
Separation.

And it might only have been different
If they had remained who they were
That one fine day.




Copyright © thespiritx ... [ 2004-01-22 22:44:58]
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Re: That One Fine Day (User Rating: 1 )
by Eve on Friday, 6th February 2004 @ 11:34:13 PM AEST
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This one slaps at my heart more than a little. It's somehow wonderful, though. A reminder, perhaps.

You've got a truckload of talent. Thank you for using it in poetry and letting others read it.

Keep writing,
-Eve.


Re: That One Fine Day (User Rating: 1 )
by Clarity_Rising on Tuesday, 16th January 2007 @ 12:02:22 PM AEST
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This poem runs like a song. Brilliant
use of imagery. I hope that you and
this person are able to become friends
again.




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