Old Poems

Lines versified
cut to take shape of
lips of a last kiss good-bye.
Words record the song
played as I drove away
to my separate destiny.
Rhythms played the hurt
of my heartache
as I fought to continue on
not undo my journey.

Old poems
hold the bitter sweet marrow
until I return to them
remembering experiences wholly
and can smile anyway.

© 2010 Shari Lynne Smothers

This poem is for the napowrimo prompt #30, free day (and farewell). Visit the post to see the details of this prompt.

Since we could choose anything to write about, I thought I’d extol the virtues of old poems.

About Shari Smothers

Welcome to Telling Stories, my creative writing space. My name is Shari Smothers. Poems help me to understand the world and to explain my world to others. They're my premier story telling tools. There's more to come, so please share with me through reading, commenting, emailing. Learn more about Shari here. And do come again!

6 thoughts on “Old Poems

  1. This is a beautiful poem Shari. Old poems really are pieces of our past selves. Thanks for the support during NaPoWriMo and I look forward to sharing more poetry with you going forward.

  2. Thanks Francis. I'm glad you liked it. Thanks for your support too. And here's to continued sharing.

  3. Shari,
    Absolutely beautiful. Thanks so much for your kind comments you have left on my blog over the past 30 days. I have enjoyed reading yours as well. I hope to see you round.
    Pamela

  4. Thanks, Pamela. It was fun sharing and my pleasure to visit your site. I'm sure I'll be reading you in cyberspace.

    Shari

  5. Shari,
    Absolutely beautiful. Thanks so much for your kind comments you have left on my blog over the past 30 days. I have enjoyed reading yours as well. I hope to see you round.
    Pamela

  6. Thanks, Pamela. It was fun sharing and my pleasure to visit your site. I'm sure I'll be reading you in cyberspace.

    Shari

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