Apr
30

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.

  • http://in-the-stream.blogspot.com/ Francis Scudellari

    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.

  • http://slstellingstories.com Shari Smothers

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

  • honoredebalzac

    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

  • http://slstellingstories.com Shari Smothers

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

    Shari

  • honoredebalzac

    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

  • http://slstellingstories.com Shari Smothers

    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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