Villanesque
It was always too late for us, my love,
Cold winds blew our dreams away
Before we could even say, 'I love you so'.
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Along these empty streets wind once scattered
Snow in the icy air, screaming at me: she's not there;
I took you into my dreams before I even knew
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You existed and all the twists of life abound
Up with you. But who can see the end of life?
In this storm of wind and cold and being young?
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Do not tell me that the stars still shine,
They are just God's bad joke at our expense,
Life is lent, not given, borrowed on a whim
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From accident, hoping serendipity is master
Craftsman of our whole intent. But luck and chance
Conspired to come too late and fate, as usual, took over.
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That cold body in a lake means a life and love lost
At such a cost that we are left bereft, strangers on a far shore,
Far from where the lore of life and death is taken at the flood;
It is now too late to recreate, the blue-remembered hills of home.
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Devon Brock
Wed 19th Jun 2019 23:46
Now here's the beauty of solid poetry. You may be speaking to someone or someplace, that I don't know. But what you have accomplished here is to give me a lost love song of the place of my childhood - Appalachia. You have let me tell my story (to myself) in this poem. You have bridged the gap between poet and reader. You have taken me back to a yearning for the great hills of my birth, you SOB, and I love it. And BTW, you solidly landed the form.