Jake Deeds

Rookie - 38 Points (5/11/1965 / Arkansas)

Past Tense

There are no pieces left to pick up
But many shards are left behind...
The puzzle with the corners missing
lays idle on the coffee table...
There are no answers...
for there are no more questions...
No more has ever been said from an expressionless glance...
There is solace in silence...<><

Submitted: Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Topic of this poem: Lost love

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  • Freshman - 1,599 Points Luis Estable (7/30/2014 12:25:00 AM)

    I read this poem thrice, and still I could not see where all this was heading. To me it reads like suspense, and I`m not a liker of suspense in poetry. Perhaps you could tell me what this try is all about. Even from the title I did not get much information. I think it indicates that what the speakers says is about something past tense, but this is not crystal clear to me.

    I will not call this poem good or bad or in between because I did not understand enough to give it an honest reply.

    By the way, I have a book of poem out. If you`d like a copy, please go to Barnes and Noble or to Amazon.com and type my name Luis Estable or the name of the book, One Hundred Sonnets, Book Three, and you will see. I will be more than glad if you did.Pass the word around, would you?

    The best with all your writing!

    Luis Estable (Report) Reply

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