Shadow of Love (poem)

Shadow of Love

And I live, but I only live in the past,
Live in the shadows that love does cast.
I'll live in those memories for eternity,
Those moments we shared, you and me.

And I loved, even if it was only fleeting,
I loved and my heart continued beating,
A soft, steady beat, a whimsical dance,
Fueled by the fires of our sweet romance.

And I laughed, one that was bitter sweet.
For my life was full, was perfect, complete.
I should've held on with both hands real tight,
But I let it all go, because of one stupid fight.

It was pride and ego that got the best of me,
That caused me to battle so relentlessly.
That wouldn't allow me to bend just a bit,
And I've lost all I value because of it.


Thanks,
blend57

Beautiful, but we can never go back. I don't second guess the choices I made in the past, because at the time they were the right choices.

a reply to: blend57

Amazing!

Fantastic good read.

a reply to: InTheLight

I go back . . .all of the time. I just went back again . . .reading Shadow.

I second-guess too . . .just because . . .maybe . . ."if" . .

originally posted by: SIEGE
a reply to: InTheLight

I go back . . .all of the time. I just went back again . . .reading Shadow.

I second-guess too . . .just because . . .maybe . . ."if" . .

The 'if' factor has come and gone, unless you seek out a replay of the past, but it won't be the same now as it was then, as everything changes.

a reply to: InTheLight

I thought that the point was . . .that some of us . . .have some damn good memories of the past . . .that we don't mind re-living once in a while . . .when someone reminds us of paths taken or decisions made.

It is a replay . . .not a do-over. A wonderful replay of intensity from that memory.


(Priggish : A person who displays or demands of others pointlessly precise conformity, or exaggerated propriety).

originally posted by: blend57

Shadow of Love

And I live, but I only live in the past,
Live in the shadows that love does cast.
I'll live in those memories for eternity,
Those moments we shared, you and me.

And I loved, even if it was only fleeting,
I loved and my heart continued beating,
A soft, steady beat, a whimsical dance,
Fueled by the fires of our sweet romance.

And I laughed, one that was bitter sweet.
For my life was full, was perfect, complete.
I should've held on with both hands real tight,
But I let it all go, because of one stupid fight.

It was pride and ego that got the best of me,
That caused me to battle so relentlessly.
That wouldn't allow me to bend just a bit,
And I've lost all I value because of it.


Thanks,
blend57

I like it .....seems that this could work as a song !

a reply to: conspiracytheoristIAM

Good eye, is could see it as a song too!👍🏽

a reply to: blend57

Very nice Blend!

Sad.

Some folks realize too late though, don't they?

Perhaps true love, if it exists, is always fleeting?

Thanks!

originally posted by: SIEGE
a reply to: InTheLight

I thought that the point was . . .that some of us . . .have some damn good memories of the past . . .that we don't mind re-living once in a while . . .when someone reminds us of paths taken or decisions made.

It is a replay . . .not a do-over. A wonderful replay of intensity from that memory.


(Priggish : A person who displays or demands of others pointlessly precise conformity, or exaggerated propriety).

The last paragraph of the poem does not read as a wonderful replay to me. In fact, it reads as a sad memory of something lost forever, never to be reclaimed. Well that is my interpretation, you are free to have your own interpretation without prejudice.

Peace.

originally posted by: TNMockingbird
a reply to: blend57

Very nice Blend!

Sad.

Some folks realize too late though, don't they?

Perhaps true love, if it exists, is always fleeting?

Thanks!

It is about remembering the past..but also looking to the future. And trying not to make the same foolish mistakes.

So a mix..sad that it happened, but hopefully it won't happen again..because you learned how to love better for it..
hopefully makes some sense..

Thanks,
Blend57

a reply to: InTheLight

I count three paragraphs of intensity . .love and laughter . . .to one of sadness and regret. That's 3 to 1. I chose to go with
the "good" part of the memory.

( Sorry for the note . . .thought you were being too serious . . .there were feel-good memories too).

Peace.

a reply to: SIEGE

I was also thinking of my own regrets while reading the poem, subjectively, I might add.

a reply to: blend57

It is about remembering the past..but also looking to the future. And trying not to make the same foolish mistakes.

So a mix..sad that it happened, but hopefully it won't happen again..because you learned how to love better for it..
hopefully makes some sense..

Of course it makes sense!

I thought of it from a lover's perspective who had lost the one they loved.

They'll never find that love again because it doesn't exist.

My interpretation is certainly not the intended one, I'm sure.

Thanks again Blend!

a reply to: blend57

what a beautiful and honest prose. I relate, but more importantly, I can feel the passion, love, and pain that you convery. It is heavy, very heavy. Peace

Wonderful blend!!!!