Déjà U

Life was simple, just:
wake, work, and wait.

I never knew there was a lack.

Till the day you wandered back.
And you I truly met.

Now, am I aware,
and for you,
my soul I bare.


Your love I can’t undo.

Stars above,
I can't unlove you.

So, each new day is,
déjà u.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I loved the poetry dear Cherrie.
"So, each new day is,
déjà u."
I liked the above lines, a lot. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry my dear friend.
Coyote

[Cherrie Palmer]

:) thank you my friend

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome, dear Cherrie.

[duff]

Deja vu works in strange ways. A feeling you realize without noticing it at first. It creeps leaving us wonder have I been here before. I like your take on it. Good stuff.

[Cherrie Palmer]

Thank you 😊

[roarke]

Great take on the concept of Deja vu. Although the meter here is left footed, its beguiling and addictive. Creative prose about a unique love. Well done Cherrie.

[William Michael Reeves]

I love that title. And the idea. Work, then wait for our life to catch up with us. Too busy to know it was missing. Wait for memories to become surprises like deja vu will do. Good poem!

I can't help but feel like 'unloved' is a typo. Seems like it wanted to be 'I can't unlove you'

[Cherrie Palmer]

Yes I need to swing by and cut that ed:)

[Robert Haigh]

A heartfelt write, with a clever title. "Your love I can't undo." Isn't that the truth! Even if we move on and find another love, an old love can never be totally forgotten.

[Cherrie Palmer]

Thank you Robert so much. I really appreciate you reading this one. :) it was a fun notion I wanted to capture.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

if only they would stay out of our lives, we don't need the hurt times two.
Third stanza, first line I read as "wandered back."

Yes, we cannot undo love once it strikes us....all my exes live everywhere.
j.

[Cherrie Palmer]

It was supposed to be wandered. One of my worst habits is I don't see typos or auto swap. :) thank you for the help.
And I thought the idea worked well for a poem.

[Writergurl]

Wow, I can feel this write, I can hear the loudness in this write

[Cherrie Palmer]

That's cool that you can hear it with volume. :)

[lightsong]

and that's the moment of the higher awe... two spirits as one in that familiar warmth. the home. I dearly love this one dear Cherrie. it speaks volumes to my heart with your few masterfully chosen words.

[Cherrie Palmer]

I loved the play on words and hoped it worked.

[lightsong]

I see You've made some changes. the words worked wonderfully dear Cherrie :>

[Cherrie Palmer]

Yes I wasn't happy with the rhythm before. :) so I tweaked it a bit

[lightsong]

tweak tweak ... :>

[keith]

short simple ... succinct!

i have vuja de ... i know i have never ...

[Cherrie Palmer]

Now see that would have been a better choice to play off of
A little vuja de

Clever wise I thought of it.

[Lisasview]

Sweet little poem that says a lot..dear Cherrie.
Never knowing there was a lack
Being content in ones daily life
And,then something happens and everything changes
You use the word wondered rather than wandered .
If it is meant to be wondered in your poem, then the poem ( I believe) takes on a different meaning...
Either way I did enjoy it,
Lisa, now on our way back from Madrid by train...