Perhaps in another world
another sun comes
up,
lighting a different
here
and now,
where another I
could meet a second you.
Would she smile to know him there?
Would he look into her grey eyes and see
what I have seen, know
what I have known?
Perhaps in another world,
but here
spring always ends, petals
fall, and rivers
only run
downhill.
Paul, The best poem i've come across today! Excellent and easily understood. This achieves on all levels. It connects with the reader, and also has a steady point which culminates in a succesful conclusion. Really excellent man 10/10
This is both beautiful and clever. I love the shift from first to third person - it adds a greater depth to this poignant piece. Lovely S :)
Paul this is stunning my friend, you paint such a lovely picture for your viewer Thank you for sharing this amazing gift of yours '10' best wishes Jon
' Spring always ends, petels fall, and rivers only run downhill', very true, Paul!
This poem so beautifully sums up how I feel about unjust fate - I wish I'd written it!
There is a lot here left unsaid, intimated in a wise, subtle way. Less is more often in modern poetry, and this is what we want to achieve: not a framed masterpiece but an energy construct. Each reader has a poem explode inside, each our own separate poem. The creative spark is shared. Thank you for sharing it, Paul.
I'm really enjoying several of your poems. Thank you for helping to make this site so interesting.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Something sad, but poignant about this write...perhaps because it is a true reflection of life, love and it's fleeting moments...Coach