OBLIVION
No regret, my love,
No sorrow!
Almost all, is now, oblivion;
All the days
You spent with me,
All those times
You said you loved me..
Now, all carved in a "farwell",
With no tears, or pauses,
With no accents
And no commas.
One period,
Just one period:
Immense,
Eternal,
Ruthless!
SP. 09/09
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| TIME TO SAY FARWELL | 1 | 09/07/2023 |
| WHEN MY HEART | 0 | 06/02/2020 |
| BEYOND | 0 | 06/24/2015 |
| SORROW | 0 | 12/18/2009 |
| LONGING | 1 | 12/04/2009 |
| HOPE | 0 | 11/06/2009 |
| THE END | 0 | 11/10/2009 |
| OBLIVION | 0 | 09/03/2009 |
| MYSTERY | 2 | 09/02/2009 |
| LONELINESS | 2 | 11/03/2009 |
| ETERNAL SONG | 0 | 08/25/2009 |
| SUNSET | 1 | 08/21/2009 |
| SUNRISE | 0 | 08/21/2009 |
| SPRING (To my daughter) | 2 | 08/21/2009 |
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