Miles Apart

I wrote this poem when I was in my early 20's...In the 70's... Just a few things were changed, with the help of Richard. Rhyming Quatrains and Couplet

                

          Miles Apart....         

              Separated by miles 

              that keep us apart,

              my heart's

              still holding yours.

              Our love

              lingers-on,

              like the delicate web

              of an evil spider;

              the spider, but a toy 

              between us.

              Air hangs heavy

              between our hearts;

              still, longing for

              more time together.

              

              Yet,

              when I sit alone 

              thinking of you,

              your tenderness

              surrounds me 

                ... even now.

                    

                 ~~~

Reviews

[.]

The warmth and spirit of a loved one remains with us even after they are long departed. We may not feel their touch any longer but as long as they remain alive in our memory the miles seem just that bit closer. It's a sad piece with your loss, love and acceptance of it here for all to read. Touching poem, Lisa. ⚘

[Lisasview]

Good morning Jamila,
I wrote this about 30 years ago.. Interesting to read the reviews and what was thought about my poem.. Thank you so much for your insightful review.
Lisa

[Lisasview]

So weird because when I look at it on manage there are just two..
I will look again... Thank you so much.. Really appreciate it.
Lisa

[Lisasview]

Sorry I was responding to someone else about the spaces between the artwork and the Title and accidentally sent my messages to you!
Lisa

[Richard M]

Thank you Lisa for sharing this beautiful piece. I'm not very good at reviewing,but this is so beautiful, and mirrors a very similar situation in my own life, and brings back, though sad, beautiful memories of those days.
Thank you my friend 😊
Take care
Richard

[Lisasview]

Good morning, Although you say you are not very good at reviewing you left me a wonderful heartfelt review and i so appreciate it. Reviews are so important.
I think you might enjoy a fun one I wrote called Nymph...
Your are most welcome my friend,
lisa, early morning in Spain

[Ken e Bujold]

Just discovered this marvelous little gem. love'd it Lisa

[Lisasview]

Hi Ken,
Thank you for reading another one of my little poems. Did you know the I wrote this one in my early 20's? 1970...
so very glad you loved it.
Lisa, waiting for a cup of coffee, 7:30am here in Spain

[Richard Knox]

Good afternoon, Lisa.
It’s nice to read one of yours that I haven’t read before. It’s interesting how our love poetry changes as we age. This one speaks so well of love and longing in one’s tender, optimistic twenties, I think. It’s always a pleasure to read your work.
Richard, enjoying a margarita with lunch in eastern Washington, USA

[Lisasview]

What a very nice thing to say. Also glad you read the bit about when I wrote this. Many readers never read my authors notes... yes, I wrote this so long ago. Love changes as we grow and I am so glad I kept my poems from way back when...you are so right it does show how optimistic one is when young.
Thank you again dear Richard,
I think there are several others of mine you have not read yet.
Lisa, 7:30am just waiting for a cup of coffee

[Kim S.]

I just love that second stanza, Wow! this is one emotional read here, it tugs.

[Lisasview]

All my poems seem to be rather emotional.. You might like Nymph

[Bliss in Sorrow]

Hey Lisa, that's a beautiful piece depicting how love is not bound by any distance or hiccups and how even the memories of your loved one keep your heart warm. I enjoyed reading it 😊

[Lisasview]

Thank you Bliss for taking the time to read and review my poem..I wrote this in 1970 when I was 22 years old...Glad you enjoyed it.
Lisa, now in Spain

[Bliss in Sorrow]

My pleasure 😊

[SM]

Nothing is a barrier in true love.... separation, distance... love lives on. I sense a longing here and an acceptance of same.... how the heart is stubborn that way to transcend through time holding on to that tenderness... Beautiful writing.

[Lisasview]

Hi SM,
This is one of the poems I wrote in 1970...I was 22 years old... Glad I kept my little poems...
and, delighted you understand the meaning...
Lisa, late afternoon in Spain

[W. Barrett Munn]

A nice presentation of longing with a turn in the last stanza, almost on the lines of a sonnet. Curiously enough, if you scrap the second stanza you end up with 14 lines, sonnet length, and the turn occurs perfectly at line 9, "Yet". A pleasant read, thank you.

[Lisasview]

Knowing nothing of sonnets in 1970 at the age of 22... I think it interesting that you see this as a sonnet...
I will think over your thoughts...
Thank you,
Lisa, on the computer after a long day..

[@r[@nE]

Your poem is immensely beautiful.
It is said that it's not goodbye that hurts but the flashback that follows, but then sometimes that flashback ,those memories might give you the warmth and tenderness while wondering alone.
Indeed great piece of art.

Regards,

@r[ane

[Lisasview]

Thank you so much for reading and reviewing my little poem (which I wrote when I was 22 in 1970!
read moreThank you so much for reading and reviewing my little poem (which I wrote when I was 22 in 1970!
So happy to know you liked it.
Lisa, late afternoon in Spain

[@r[@nE]

My pleasure :)

[Chris Shaw]

Distance can make or break a relationship. Separation can indeed hang heavy. Seems like the author is carrying a torch for this love even though it may not have worked out. Lingering romance detected. Lovely work Lisa. I can see this is an early write from many years ago that Richard has helped you to refine.

Chris

[Lisasview]

Good morning Chris,
So glad you enjoyed my poem.
I appreciate that you took the time to read and review.
And, yes this was about a love that i once had.
Lisa, early in Spain

[Temperance]

Oh, the longing comes through this romantic poem. I sense a confidence in the lovers one so, although he’s away, you keep him close. Such a lovely piece of work. Temp