Canoe's

broken lives

Canoe’s

 

Only dreams of white lace

Covering my face

Ran through my brain

Seven years ago when

I booked our bridal room

When you asked to be

My groom

 

I chose a secluded place

High up inside

The limbs of soaring trees

Surrounded by chirping birds

And bright green leaves

 

Where you would

Say your vows to me

At Canoe's on the

Chatahoochee River

 

Now only rain and

My warm salty

Teardrops fill that

Vacant space now

 

God sent a flood

And washed it

All away

 

The very day

You decided

To forever

Stay away

From me

 

Reviews

[Kenneth The Poet]

Agreed. This is somber beyond measure.

[Jupiter Jazz]

Very sad

[Gobinder Singh Dhindsa]

Excellent!
I like whole writing.
Keep it up!
Lucky!

[Dayran]

I would have expected to find a tree bearing fruits, in relation to a situation involving a union. ' Bright green leaves ' are indicative of high individualization and may have been a factor in what transpired. A poem about withdrawal, because commitment involves sacrifice.

[Becky C Strukamp]

How sad when our dreams are squashed in mid stream. Sometimes those dreams are difficult to release. This is a beautiful poem of pain.

[Coyote Poetry]

A sad story in this poem. I like how you described the good moments and took me to the bad one's too. Thank you for the excellent poem. It is sad we learn by sadness and loss the good dreams can fade away.
Coyote