Trying to remember something else, I recall supreme and utter solitude in a far off time and place
Composing a list, trying to remember
sugar
butter
sweet onion
peppercorns
I remember watching you from the edges, you
smiling
gay
eminently
lovely
I'd enlisted, needed someone to whom to say
goodbye
love
write
wait
You looked so happy, I thought it best to
slowly
walk
away
alone
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Author's Note
I don't write many poems, so when I do... I tend to hide them away...
I haven't enough to put together into something bigger, so I'll just throw this one out there and leave it.
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Sweetly sad
Well done.
James Lloyd: this qualifies itself as "something bigger". Great content finding great form.
Beautifully stitched.
*, JLD. I'm glad you've brought your ever good writing back aboard.
Tender and melancholy.
remarkably powerful poem in so few lines.
Wow. *
This packs a punch, James. I've never been in such a situation, but now I feel as though I have. Powerful *
Thank you, everyone.
Nicely done. Like the list structure--especially the juxtaposition-contrast with the 1st stanza & the rest of the narrative.
Write more poems!
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