Secert Love

Secert Love

I had a secert love
so dear and special to me.
Only a select few knew the name.

I think of him often,
with only the happiest of thoughts
and memories.

I thank the lord
for the days we had together
there's no way on earth
I would trade them ever.

For you see
memories are all I have now.
There is no way to
make new ones.

He's gone from here
I guess you could say to
another place and time.

I've shed my tears and sighed
I think of him and smile
a tear may fall now and again.

My sceret love a secert
a treasure of memories
til the end of this time.

— autumnphoenix, Jul 18, 2009

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Critiques

Skumpfsklub

16 years 10 months ago

A very grown-up poem

The simple dignity shown here is very unusual. And that simple dignity is sustained through the piece. No poet's ego flashes in verbal fireworks to interfere with the communication between author and reader. That's discipline. ------------ I went through the piece carefully. Your spelling, 'secert,' shows up three times, and 'sceret' once (apparently a transposition typo), so I am guessing that you pronounce that word 'seek-urt,' and that you spell words phonetically. This is not an error, but there is some risk attached to it. It looks wrong---most importantly, it looks wrong when one comes across it in the tracker. A LOT of people skip lightly by poems with misspellings in the title; I usually do, but I took a look, anyway. I'm glad I did; it's a 'calmed down blues,' so to speak, a soothing piece. The odds are, though, that this poem won't get the attention it deserves from those not yet alerted to your strength. So I advise patience, and do not suggest that you 'correct' the spelling. Perry

autumnphoenix

16 years 10 months ago

Thanks

for reading my poem. I do have trouble with spelling at times but not because I can't spell. I am a bad typist. I peck. I also have only 4 keys that have lettering on them. Add to that at times I see letters, words, or numbers out of sequence. It makes it hard to get numbers and addresses sometimes. :>) I do use spellcheck. I guess it got away from me the day I posted this. I was a little emotional. I had written this poem years ago about this person. At the time he was getting married. When I found it again I changed a line and posted it. He died this March of prostate cancer. We were life long friends that were afraid to mess up our friendship. I think sometime we should have tried, it may have saved us both some mess in our lives. Thanks again Dana

Skumpfsklub

16 years 10 months ago

I could see by the rest of the piece that you knew

standard spellings; that was not at issue. No, all I had in mind was that it would APPEAR that you didn't, and that your poem would be skipped over for that the title was 'misspelled,' or that you would be urged to 'correct' what (so far as I could tell) was a perfectly reasonable rejection of the standard orthographic for what I took to be a more phonologically accurate word, namely, 'secert.' I might have adopted 'seekrit,' which reflects my pronunciation of that word more accurately than does 'secret.' The background information answers a lingering question the poem evoked in me. I suspected something like that, having had secret affection for forbidden others---and similar evasions in the relationships. I can sympathize with losing an unrealized love, an old friend. I hope to read more from you. Your unassuming style is very attractive. Perry

Fleur MacDonald

16 years 10 months ago

Dana, I'm not one for checking spelling,

mine can be just as bad, but i really liked this stanza- Thank the lord for the days we had together there's no way on earth I would trade them ever the feeling and emotion of loss is very much alive in this write and it has brought back memories for me as well. I really enjoyed this and look forward to reading more! :-)fleur

Candlewitch

16 years 10 months ago

Dana

Congratulations on making spotlight with this poem! Always, Cat

autumnphoenix

16 years 10 months ago

Thanks Cat

I am very moved by this. This poem as you can see is very special to. It is like the story about my dad. Thanks everyone. Dana

Kailashana

16 years 10 months ago

A fitting tribute to a man

A fitting tribute to a man from his poet-daughter. For me, the lines "only a select few knew his name" holds special significance. Thank you. ~A "You can avoid reality, but you cannot avoid the consequences of avoiding reality." Ayn Rand

autumnphoenix

16 years 10 months ago

Thank You,

The man in the poem is not my dad. I refer to a story I posted that was written about my dad. Both men were special to me and died of cancer. The story is titled The Most Welcome Guest. I am sorry for any confusion I may have caused with my reference. Thanks for reading my poem. Dana

Lonnie

16 years 10 months ago

Splendidly written!

A tender, to-the-point, ode to a lost love! Fittingly frugal in it's content, and aptly titled! Bravo!

autumnphoenix

16 years 10 months ago

Thank Lonnie

for reading my poem and commenting on it. Dana

autumnphoenix

16 years 8 months ago

Glad

I am glad you enjoyed it. Thank you for the read and comment. Dana