Where did my soul wander in the fields of time?
As I pondered,
At the slip, sliding of time,
Memories like an old movie reel,
With all my sentimental appeal,
How did I used to feel?
When my emotions soared into orbit,
With my thundering passion into a constant loving fit,
Twisting and turning with fiction,
I was loving an imposter playing Casanova,
Rumble, tumble with my feelings
Like the aroma of blooming roses,
So sensual a glorious beauty of my imagination,
My lover turned into a sensation,
But reality bites and I quickly coloured over with a rainbow,
That made my heart blossom,
My soul skipped with a childlike joy,
As I walked with innocence along the old yellow brick road,
Just as I unpacked my lover's load,
I tried to follow a wandering star,
That was always out of my reach,
As it twinkled and shone in the heavens so far,
Away from the noisy crowd.
Now I'm driving in my old car,
Along the old yellow brick road,
I had kissed a prince that turned into a toad,
But the pulse of life rolls on with my mellowed soul,
Life ever after with a rose for my heart,
That loves my new love until death do us part.
So the old love is replaced by a new one! Let it be abiding and ever strengthening with the passage of time! Let life give you a lot of sweet experiences to be recollected now and then in life! Enjoyed the poem, Hazel!
There are so many toads in this life and too few princes. Lovely poem that made me remember past loves.
Marvellous depiction with nice diction. Away from casanova and love to new until death....wonderful imagery......10
i have three former wives, none of which i parted with due to death. the divorces became final before the poisons kicked it and did their job. " lover's load" ....i'm afraid to guess at what you are referring to, friend. bri :)
Along old yellow..........do us part.I would like to quote every line.Highly artistic, endowed with feelings and realisation of life in a world very different from others.Thanks for sharing dear poet.Huge 10
Thanks for a magical glance into your past travels on the yellow brick road Hazel.....not always a wonderland for sure. I was swept along on this talented write Hazel....👍
In the fields of time! With the joy of your heart. Thanks for sharing this lovely poem with us.
Sublime read... you are gifted in the art of words and turning them into someting magical xxx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life ever after with a rose for my heart, That loves my new love until death do us part. Nice and impressive..................10