Not Long Mine

I'm glad I loved you while I could,
Although you weren't long mine to hold,
Spring rain to sun to winter-cold
In May, with much more left to say. 

Although you will not hear it all
I'm glad to've loved you while I could, 
And tears do not mean bitterness 
Except unto myself, my dear.

To have inspired such poetry 
Is quite a feat, and much of it.
I'm glad I loved you while I could,
Even if you deserved it not. 

I thought you always would be there
Mon Cher, how foolish and naive 
I should have known. Although I grieve
I'm glad I loved you while I could. 

For DVerse, we are writing quaterns, a French poetry form. I am also linking to Thursday Inspiration, since the theme is hold. Comments are appreciated. I know I didn’t put a lot of imagery in this, but I’ve just got to write my feelings, or I might literally die. 

love free standing letters on top of cabinet
Photo by Tomer Dahari on

Raw Memory

It’s Haibun Monday at DVerse, and Frank suggests the theme of MEMORY. This was difficult and is more stream-of-consciousness style (so if it sucks, that’s why). It was inspired not only by recent events in my life but by the image that Frank chose to illustrate the original post:



orange leaves floating 
juxtaposed on navy lake
amid faint ripples

It is spring; what is with the images of autumn? It seems the seasons have flipped, for the world is upside-down. 

The concept of "memory" feels too painful to probe. I remember your electrifying touch, yet closer is the searing flame of knowing I will never experience it again. 

Tears prick my eyes. I remember the last time it rained, and you were there near me with your warmth. It is spring, yet it is a cold and cloudy day, and I shiver. 

bare tree branches --
what was present now is left
crunching underfoot
Photo by Daniel Frank on

A Question

Fandango’s response to Jim Adams’s Thursday Inspiration prompt used the above picture, and it punched me in the gut. That inspired me to immediately post the following poem, which I did not write today but did write yesterday. I am much more than moderately sad but am actually doing better than the last few days. Sharing with DVerse OLN this week.

Did you truly love me,
Or did you just love
How I made you feel?

I found out through tears
That I truly love you, 
Irrespective of your answer.

I am a broken shell
Missing the sounds
Of the ocean


For One-Liner Wednesday, I have a Bible verse and a poem to go with it.


Every tear
Is agony when love
Is unrequited, turns one-sided.

Every tear 
Is grief for what could be,
Is pain that the happiness has passed.

Every tear
Is worth its weight in gold,
Because suffering is not wasted.

For this slight momentary affliction is preparing us for an eternal weight of glory beyond all measure, because we look not at what can be seen but at what cannot be seen; for what can be seen is temporary, but what cannot be seen is eternal.

2 Corinthians 4:17-18 (NRSVCE)

I’m Losing You, part 2

I was going to post this yesterday but then didn’t, so — voilà! Now it’s for NaPoWriMo day 27. When I come up with a good line, I like to repurpose it in several different poetry forms, so I took the first line of my recent Chaucerian stanza and turned it into (I think) an ottava rima.

Also, as of today, the situation to which these poems have referred is pretty much resolved. I’m feeling much better about it. Nevertheless, I’m sharing this ottava rima because I’m rather proud of it. 🙂


I'm losing you, and you won't tell me why,
Do you not feel the distance now between
The two of us? Do you not care? I cry
Because to me the reasons are unseen,
Will you not help? I am not satisfied
With silences and wond'ring what they mean.
Words that you might express would hurt much less
Than Limbo here, alone in my distress.

I’m Losing You

Today’s poem, for NaPoWriMo day 24, is a Chaucerian stanza.

I’m losing you, and you won’t tell me why:
I know there is a distance now between
The two of us, and have already cried
Agony out my eyes. Reason unseen,
I have to guess at what reticence means.
Won’t you give me a dose of honesty,
The better for the both of us to see?

All of Us...
I took this photo a long time ago.
Not sure why, but I think it fits this post, maybe because it was taken near sunset.

Moving Away

Time's changes make me cry.

Loved ones moving away,
Friendship groups disbanded,
Even my hometown spreading out.
Sometimes what is happy
Only lives on in memories.

Time's changes make me cry,
Even with joy on the other side.

NaPoWriMo day 10. I skipped yesterday, in part because I was busy but mostly because every single thing I wrote was horrible. I didn’t want to skip another day. Linked with MVB: Disbanded.