These days

These days

A Poem by Ocean Orchid
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suddenly a sad poem ... :)

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Momentary fragile happiness …

        Never seems to touch me nowadays

Rather, dark concrete sadness gives me company

         Like a long trusted friend ….

 

Material pleasures pass by

          Like a brand new reconditioned car

 I let them go carelessly

        Like a dusty waft of livid summer …

 

Often green fields, rhododendrons 

              A rolling river ...

       A lonely nightingale’s chime in darkness

                                    Whispers silently

                                                       Of amity & solidarity!

© 2008 Ocean Orchid


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"Momentary fragile happiness �
Never seems to touch me nowadays
Rather, dark concrete sadness gives me company
Like a long trusted friend �."

Strong opening lines that caught my attention straight away.
Oh how I can relate to this grippingly and sad write. Could
have been me that wrote this!

Excellent write of deep emotions.

Helena







Posted 15 Years Ago


This was sooo nice to read on the dark and raining morning.
As always...nicely done.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Nice work O :) It was gloomy and sad, yet that seems to be a large creative force behind many writers. Such a moody bunch, those writer types. lol

I enjoyed the second stanza the most. So true... true happiness is not exterior.

Well written as always my friend!

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Although sad, was quite a pleasure to read. Nicely penned, was a quality all your own. You work is very inspirational, to me, thank you for writing this.

kena

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on November 12, 2008

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Ocean Orchid
Ocean Orchid

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Poems come in my mind once in a while - it's a kind of momentary breeze , but that very time is precious cause, poetry is precious itself , flickers like a Gleaming Candle in pitch black darkness ... more..

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