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Alobar
May 11, 2008 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

Grief

It feels to me as if something’s changed
A turned page, a setting sun
I‘m not sure but something’s strange
There are no answers from anyone

Perhaps it’s that a star has moved
Maybe the moon has altered course
Whatever it is, I don’t reprove
Immoveable object, resistible force

Instinct says I must keep going
Logic says to me the same
But my battered heart, on my sleeve is showing
And I’m looking for someone to blame

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Barbara Writes

Barbara Writes

17 years 12 months ago

Great Poem

Smiles:) Barbara I really like these lines Whatever it is, I don’t reprove Immoveable object, resistible force Instinct says I must keep going Logic says to me the same But my battered heart, on my sleeve is showing And I’m looking for someone to blame Enjoyed greatly
professor

professor

17 years 12 months ago

Grief

Such a simple but engaging, heartfelt poem Alobar. Grief, and its aftermath, does indeed change many of life's apparent certainties and brings more unanswered questions....and somehow being able to attribute blame helps...at least for a while. Touching write. Keith
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Alobar

17 years 12 months ago

Thanks. Someone close to me

Thanks. Someone close to me is going through the process right now, and I am reminded of my own dealings with the emotion. I don't use rhyme very often, but it felt right for this piece. Thank you both for your comments. Alobar (Just my two cents, spend them on gum if you wish.)
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abrelosojos

17 years 12 months ago

perhaps its that a star has

perhaps its that a star has moved. thats my favorite line :) good poem as usual! fragile things: take flight!
asiajy

asiajy

17 years 12 months ago

i always look forward to your writing

But my battered heart, on my sleeve is showing And I’m looking for someone to blame Loved the last lines. What a sweet poem, for a lack of a better word. Touching? Yeah that seems better, I'm no good with these things. Short and sweet simply sums it up (pardon my ongoing alliteration:)