Love sick,
Love torn,
Love lost,
misplaced trust,
not in God,
but in us,
in I and you,
what was lust
turned so quickly
to earth scorched
red as angry rust.
There ain't no God, Mister,
there ain't no God,
but those who believe
believe in what they must
until that final day
when boxed and earthed
we will return
ashes to ashes
and dust to dust.
I like the ebb and flow too!...good metering..
Laying a loved one to rest and saying goodbye forever is never an easy to do..to see or to write about...but you have..and very well written.
My Respect - Graham Robinson
Hi Chris ... thx for the nice comment and what a memory :) Is it really that long? Probably. I've been focusing on writing screenplays the last year and the muse has not gripped me so often.
My best to you too ...
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Has a nice tumble and flow when read aloud.
I am sure this will perform really well.
I like the conviction/passion as well.
I recall seeing you on here with a very good poem about the coal miners a year or two back too. Hope life & writing are going well.
My Best
Chris
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Steven Dark
Sat 4th Feb 2012 10:51
Thank you Graham for your kind comments ... although I would add that this piece could also be taken metaphorically about 'lost' love generally and the mixture of feelings that accompany such loss.
My respect to you too...
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