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Click hereIt didn't happen
We never shared
Shostakovich and Beethoven,
never melted together before
Monet or Degas.
It didn't happen.
We never explored
islands and architecture,
nor nourished our children together.
We weren't lifemates.
It didn't happen.
Never wrote and edited
in excitement, for each other.
It was all just
the most heartbreaking illusion.
So it can't have happened,
can it?
I must disagree with some of the other comments here, for me, poetry is about feeling. It is not a science and so technical accuracy is second place to the emotion, sentiment and sense of nostalgia a poem creates (or doesn't)
I was constantly driving my English lit lecturer mad with this sort of talk, but for me at least, that is where the truth of a poem lies.
And this poem does well to create that sense of nostalgia for a time long past. It conveys well the emotion felt once, lost and longed for again. Is it technically perfect? No. Does it matter? No.
I enjoyed it. Thank you.
There is much beauty and melancholy in the apparent simplicity of this poem.It conveys so much about what happens to relationships.It certainly resonates with my life experience.You express where so many of us have been in such a moving way.
It's a beautiful tribute to a connection lost... thanks for sharing. You convey so much with such an economy of words!
It resonates, but I don't think the last seven words fit the rest.