.
Twelve hours here and
twelve hours there;
Twelve hours here and
twelve hours – where?
I’ll never forget the mournful sound
made when you found
you had to leave ~
The softest howl,
almost under your breath
brought a lump to my throat
and a tear to my eye as
I turned around to retrace my steps
and found you had gone
until the morrow…
An invisible force,
an inaudible voice,
you had no choice
but you had to obey.
©Denise G Allen, 17 October 2013 05:54
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17/10/2013 at 6:55 am
beautiful poem – it almost brought tears to my eyes. glad to connect with you poet.
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17/10/2013 at 8:31 am
How very sad…
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17/10/2013 at 10:17 am
What a good poem depicting a tide of sorrow… should I say lovely.??
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17/10/2013 at 2:02 pm
You had to leave ~ I had to let you go
blessings ~ maxi
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17/10/2013 at 2:59 pm
mmm i felt that howl just a bit…
or i have…smiles…
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17/10/2013 at 4:23 pm
A very touching poem, adee. So sad.
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24/10/2013 at 7:12 pm
What or who was on your mind when you wrote it. It is sorrow in words
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27/10/2013 at 5:40 pm
This is how ‘my’ cat says goodbye in the mornings. He insists I follow him part of the way – no joke at 05:00! and I get a few of the smallest howls before he finally leaves.
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