The Poem I Promised You.... Poem by Sylvia Frances Chan

The Poem I Promised You....

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The Poem I Promised You….

the poem I promised you last week is lost
and I don't know where to find it anymore
I also don't know where I wrote it down,
in no case in a writing book or in downtown

I'm really, really sorry
I never lose poems or a poem
I often write poems enough
I oft promise acquaintances
a new poem or a newly done
I have never lost, not even one!

the poem I promised you last week is lost
really sorry, nowhere to find
a brand new poem
even not in the ceiling of my mind

it's just like a sieve
it oozes and just disappears like a thief
in the night
so sorry darling, no precison anymore, my side….


© SYLVIA FRANCES CHAN
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Friday 10 August 2019 at 13.48 hrs.NOON
European Community Time

This is a translation of the poem Het Gedicht Dat Ik Je Beloofd Heb…. by Sylvia Frances Chan
Saturday, August 10, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: poem
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
The Poem I Promised You....


it's just like a sieve
it oozes and just disappears like a thief
in the night
so sorry darling, no precison anymore, my side….


© SYLVIA FRANCES CHAN
All Rights Reserved
Friday 10 August 2019 at 13.48 hrs.NOON
European Community Time
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kumarmani Mahakul 10 August 2019

If the promised poem is lost, this is so sad. But you are gifted poetess and you can pen many more poems reflecting deep emotion. You promise acquaintances. You promise for many more new poems. In between appearance and disappearance your poem concretely dazzles. An amazing poem is well penned...10

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Rose Marie Juan-austin 11 August 2019

A fascinating and lovely poem. An honest and spontaneous write, as always. Loved reading it.

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Rose Marie Juan-austin 11 August 2019

Unluckily, there are times that we cannot remember where we put our work and then another poem is conceived taking away our thoughts on the former poem until we lost track of what would have been a beautiful poem. Yet, there are moments in time that the thoughts we have woven will come again and we might be able to continue what we have been writing, and who knows it might be even more beautiful.

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Rose Marie Juan-austin 11 August 2019

Cont.... It is like a bird, sometimes it is there, and in just a split second, it flies to another direction, taking away our thoughts. Sometimes, I placed the paper where I wrote my thoughts, on the table where I usually write, insert in a book or in any place accessible at that particular time.

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Rose Marie Juan-austin 11 August 2019

This poem resonates with me. Sometimes when opportunity knocks, I write what is in my mind even while I am working. I just grab a small paper and pen and compose whatever it is there in the mind at the moment. However, certain circumstances require your utmost attention and before.you know it, you lost your concentration on the poem you are currently weaving.

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Edward Kofi Louis 11 August 2019

" I'm really, really sorry" ! You're a positive human being. People who say, 'I am sorry', " thank you" , 'please', " forgive me" , almost every now and then are, POSITIVE HUMAN BEINGS living on earth. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Sylvia Frances Chan

Sylvia Frances Chan

Jakarta, Indonesia
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