Poem: We Meet
We Meet
We meet, as is our custom.
We smile, as is our way.
From habit, hug each other,
though, little’s left to say.
Now our words are stifled-
sound phony - somewhat strange.
There’s no way to determine
just when it all did change.
We hold to what we‘ve treasured
and nurtured, for so long.
Too much we’ve each invested,
to have it all go wrong.
So, we hold and we coddle…
reluctant to let go.
Regardless…all is slipping.
This fact, we both do know!
The best is now behind us.
This truth, we both must see.
We’ve failed the test of time, Love.
And now, I’ll set you free!
June Kellum
2005
Labels: discontent, Love
6 Comments:
They are two very different poems June, I must admit though to only REALLY liking rhyming poetry.
While I, on the other hand, prefer the partial-rhyming or non-rhyming kind, such as Robert Frost's "Birches"... or those with an unusual rhyming pattern, such as Robert Frost's "Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening".
Thanks Peter, for reading my poems!
I don't really think of some of my writings as 'Poems'...they are just my thoughts!
I usually write my poems in rhymes- of some sort! :)
June
Skye,
I LOVE Robert Frost's 'Stopping in the Woods On a Snowy Evening!' I have it in the most charming little book!
Thanks so much for reading my poems!
Junie
Wow, I didn't know that had been made into a book! I can just imagine how lovely it must be... :)
Yes, Skye!
It's really so pretty! I'm scanning some of it to post here...Maybe will post the poem too!
I have loved that poem for years!
Junie
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