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The Belle of Remembrance

The Belle of Remembrance

A Poem by Zoe Richardson
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Hanging by a wistful glance

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He spoke to me on a summer night

Sang me songs of love and light

Whispered words so sweet and clear

In tones that danced upon my ears

 

He begged me to let him impart

A claim upon my ragged heart

You will be mine, a treasure true

All my life I’ve searched for you

 

We danced through days of storm and song

The home to which I now belonged

Lay far from where I now reside

The mountains blue and river wide

 

The broad blue sky and flat expanse

Lent not itself to true romance

How soon he went from kind to cruel

And I became a willing fool

 

Days of splendor in the sun

Turned to nights spent all alone

The cold became a silent shroud

A grief too great to speak aloud

 

The lover bold and Master true

Left me there for someone new

I could not think, could not draw breath

As inconstant love met certain death

 

He’s buried now beneath that sky

I never got to ask him why

My words are silent, my heart is still

He never answered, he never will

 

-Zoe Richardson 

© 2022 Zoe Richardson


Author's Note

Zoe Richardson
If you want something, say so. Suffering in silence is not a virtue.

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Wonderful poetic expression here, rhyme and meter. A love story which started with much promise that went into decline and turned, like sour milk. Communication is key says I. You remind me of how fond I am of classical, lyrical poetry. I found that here Zoe.

Chris

Posted 4 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Zoe Richardson

4 Months Ago

How right you are, dear Chris. When a person is a world unto themselves, it's hard to fix the proble.. read more



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Ain't no reason for cruelty. Nothing but a power trip. Hallowed ground's too good a grave for some people.
Miss Zoe, if an old drifter's words are worth anything, Don't wallow in grief. Did that too long and nearly let life pass me by. Used to be a line on T-shirts when I was young: God don't make no junk!

Posted 2 Months Ago


Zoe Richardson

2 Months Ago

I don't wallow anymore. But when someone dies, even after years pass, sometimes the grief jumps up a.. read more
A powerful tale in the poetry dear Zoe.
"He’s buried now beneath that sky
I never got to ask him why
My words are silent, my heart is still
He never answered, he never will"
I loved the ending lines above. I know too much silence now. I wanted to be Hemingway once, now I want to be Salinger. Funny how we become different people. Thank you dear friend for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

Posted 4 Months Ago


Zoe Richardson

2 Months Ago

I never wanted to write great novels. Fiction is not my strong suit. I wanted to write romance novel.. read more
Coyote Poetry

2 Months Ago

Good goals dear Zoe. I have wrote about everything. One day, I will decide my final goal.
I just hate it when people fool us as to what kind of persons they are...
Phoniness is such a negative virtue.
but to get off that ride is not to abide with that kind of change.
powerful write, Zoe,
j.

Posted 4 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Zoe Richardson

4 Months Ago

Phoniness, yes. That is true. But in this case, the person wanted something in particular and lacked.. read more
You held my attention to the end of this poem. Every stanza's thematic rhymes were engaging to read. "We danced through days of storm and song" is one of my favorite lines. And the note first perfectly with the ending of your poem. Wonderfully explained and expressed. tyfs

Posted 4 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Zoe Richardson

4 Months Ago

Thank you, Cyprian! I try to draw the reader in, create a relatable experience, and then end on a no.. read more
Cyprian Van Dyke

4 Months Ago

It feels like I wrote this reply, I agree with you totally.
Wonderful poetic expression here, rhyme and meter. A love story which started with much promise that went into decline and turned, like sour milk. Communication is key says I. You remind me of how fond I am of classical, lyrical poetry. I found that here Zoe.

Chris

Posted 4 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Zoe Richardson

4 Months Ago

How right you are, dear Chris. When a person is a world unto themselves, it's hard to fix the proble.. read more

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Added on January 16, 2022
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Tags: Poetry, Feelings, Thoughts, Love, Relationships

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Zoe Richardson
Zoe Richardson

Cordova, AL



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Alabama native. Poet and storyteller and all around word nerd. I practice random acts of insanity because the world needs some shaking up. more..

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