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Click hereThe End was bitter.
No matter how hard I tried to make it not be,
The End was bitter.
It struck me most
When I tried to talk with you like we used to,
But I couldn't.
The words fell uselessly
Like raindrops on our shoes.
I tried.
Like Vietnam, I tried.
Like Joe Frasier, I tried.
I tried to glue, to mend, to sew,
To hopscotch through the minefields,
To nurse the embers.
To bring back whatever was.
In the Beginning
We went for a shopping spree on Michigan Avenue
For Aztec chocolate and Turkish tobacco,
Cognac in crystal, a diamond Rolex,
With nickels in our pockets.
I enjoyed the poem but it was so sad. Who doesn't remember a love that's gone? It evokes sad memories, which was the purpose so . . .well done!
I enjoyed this poem, but IMO I think you should have ended with...
'but, the end was bitter'...
just my opinion
One to read over and over I particularly liked 'To hopscotch through the minefields'.
Your poem has been mentioned on literotica's poetry forum in the new poems review thread. Thanks for sharing your poem. It's very good!