Not Forgotten

Not Forgotten

A Poem by Tate Morgan
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I remember the dark door where we hid from all the rain A dry respite from the storm safe in arms I'd felt no pain

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I thought I had forgotten

what with spring came back to me

Words unuttered thoughts we stirred

of the way things use to be

 

I remember the dark door

where we hid from all the rain

A dry respite from the storm

safe in arms I'd felt no pain

 

I went back to the small doorway

where happily our loves had played

My heart ached for what could have been

if behind that door we had stayed

 

With wild, spring, rain and thunder

something wondrous comes this way

Your eyes had said more that night

than your lips could ever say


 


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Author's Note

Tate Morgan
Sometimes the thoughts of the mind take me back to times that seem like yesterday. However the day has set on those times and the new day risen on better ones.
This is a poem set to a 7 syllable count in the meter. It has a simple A.B.C.B. rhyme scheme. The 2nd line of each quatrain rhymes with the 4th.

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WOW Tater Tot... This has left me breathless!
I am truly surprised by the passion in your words! OH MY! :D
Now this is worth reading over and over again, it makes the heart race...such palpable yearning etched between the lines...Lovely write!~xoxo~:)

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Barbz

4 Years Ago

Sorry about this Tate, I wasn't trying to be humorous, merely curious. I went to this site to rea.. read more
Barbz

4 Years Ago

Just noticed, it was LadyAnn68....her pic is on it now. Glitch! Not a problem...
Tate Morgan

4 Years Ago

we do have gliches here like that



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Beautiful. You did a great job.

Posted 9 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

there is something always so sad about what might have been . . .unfulfilled possibilities always seem to haunt us through the years

Posted 9 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Sometimes the eyes can say so much more than we can ever say.
I like this write. It's well written and expressed. Beautiful!

Posted 9 Years Ago


0 of 1 people found this review constructive.

beautiful ---painting a connection that can resonate with every reader. These are the memories that haunt...entice and sneak up on us when the smell of rain is just right.....lovely

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

wow.
you created great imagery for a reader to visualize.

overall, its beautifully written.
definitely one of my faves.
good job.

Posted 9 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

This piece spoke volumes! Really passionate yet tranquil.. yearning yet sooo loving and it really stirred me. You hit a few things I adore so much throughout this piece.. the magic of eyes.. how they can speak as the windows of our souls in those great (and not so great moments).. the power of lightning and rain with the security of loving arms to play in the safety of anothers arms.. (though I fully embrace the power of the outside... I love standing out in the rain especially in lightning storms.. it's a thrill). The last stanza:

With wild, spring, rain, and thunder;
Something wondrous comes this way.
Your eyes had said more that night;
Than your lips could ever say.

captures the essence of a truly remarkable moment.. shared in a real profound depth.. very touching! I loved the whole piece ... found it very classy and full of warmth! Great work.. saving to favorites and I've already read it 4 times it's just pure magic!



Posted 9 Years Ago


2 of 3 people found this review constructive.

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Love of heart and soul can, and will never be forgotten...even if we wish for it to be. Love, which is so often associated with hurt and hate will always be remembered. It is what we live to achieve. All of our goals can be directly linked to love in one way or another. To acquire wealth, is to acquire a means to increase our odds of finding love. To harness material things is all the same reason. But true love is difficult to find, and cannot be bought. Though wealth can afford one hell of a good lie. Thank you for sharing another Excellent heartfelt piece.

Posted 9 Years Ago


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Beautiful...I love this piece. The imagery is great and offers a lot to the story line. Great poem :)

Posted 9 Years Ago


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Added on November 20, 2009
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