Sunrise reflected: 29th Oct 2020
Answer me, please
What did I do?
For this isn’t like what I know of you
I admit I texted you to take a hike
In words more abusive than you’d like
But confused, what did this long silence mean?
That you’d changed your mind,
Moved on, left me behind?
Then you ought to have said
Not left me with this ache in my heart, in my head
I heard the news, can’t say that I didn’t
A multi-car motorway accident
I searched but no word of you
And the phone…
No answer, no ring
That was perplexing
And that’s when I texted you
You insult me, you toad, I’ll live without you
For weeks, rather I’d die than to endure the pain
Yet… Oh My God…
The red dawning came
With impatience, I had prematurely judged you
OMG I had maligned you
I pleaded, forgive me
For I’d lost my pride
Washed away in the tears I’d cried
“We’d always be friends.”
I thought you had lied.
And you, as I’d asked, forgave me
I’ll take that as proof
No need to say that you love me most ardently.
My impatience, my prejudice, my pride
Because in that accident your phone had died
crispina kemp 
Oh, Crispina…I can feel the (heart)wretchedness of this poem. How easy it is for us to sometimes think the worst…Great writing 🙂
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Thank you, Sammi.
As with earlier poems, it was something I needed to express.
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Oh, what a sad story of broken friendship and heart.
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Broken, but also mended. He forgave her. All is well that ends well
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That’s good too know.
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Oh yes. But not sure they’re gonna live happily ever after 🙂
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Nobody has that guarantee
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I think this covid has driven it home to us. It’s the moment that matters. We live in the moment, for the moment. For who can say what’s to happen?
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Indeed, that’s true
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I nod.
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😎
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This reminds me so much of an older relative of mine. Every time she gets upset with someone, it’s “I’m never speaking to her/him/you again. Never.” But sooner or later she needs some help again and “Never” is dropped until the next time we irk her. Unfortunately, by now she’s cut most of her family and old friends out of her life — and they’ve cut her out of theirs.
Glad to read your ending. It sounds like the light is dawning on your character. 🙂
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Your relative sounds much like my eldest daughter. But yes, things turned out well for the MC and her Mr Darcy
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Hard-hitting. Loved this Crispina. Loved the ending more.
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Thank you. It’s part of the summer series of Love Poems. Not my normal genre. Inspired by my muse.
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Quite the journey of the heart. The sun shines on all hearts – even the broken – but its rays of forgiveness are powerful. Well done, Crispina.
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Thank you. I think it’s the culmination of the love poems began early in summer in response to a challenge (love is not my usual genre). But I do admit, I have been gided by a muse.
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Great building of tension in the poem/story. I think we can all relate to those feelings when you haven’t heard from someone when you expected to, going between being angry with them and hurt, and wondering what it means, to being worried that something horrible might have happened. Thank goodness it was only the love interest’s phone that died in the accident – you had me fearing the worst!
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Glad you enjoyed it, Joy. I wanted to do a modern version of Pride and Prejudice. I think I hit that mark
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Heart-breakingly beautiful – I’m glad that the forgiveness and the understanding came at the end.
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Indeed. Because he’s her Mr Darcy.
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This is so heart-wrenching and filled with despair and hope and pain and love and forgiveness. Brilliant.
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Same old Muse. And the way I said that reminds me of a Stones song I used to like. The Singer Not The Song. No real association. Just it popped into mind
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I wondered. It was beautifully written
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Thank you. Written from the heart.
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That comes shining through.
Sometimes I would like to really right from the heart but then, it would be read by ones I would prefer not.
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Others I did flash by his eyes for approval. In fact, one he helped to write. But not this one. He would approve it.
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Nah… whatever I have to say shall remain inside of me. I’m not ready to share some stuff.
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Well I’m certainly not into baring my soul. But the summer series needed closing. And now the story is told… tbc maybe? 🙂
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Oh, I think you’ve done a bang-up job for one who doesn’t…
… maybe 🙂
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That wasn’t baring my soul. Maybe opening a window but not laying it open.
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More than I…
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Yea, well. We can blame ED for this, putting out the challenge. And that BEFORE the muse appeared
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Besides, no other way to write true poetry
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True
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That’s been the difference between this summer series and my usual offerings which are little more than rhymes
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🙂
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