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tempus fidelis

image: crilleb50 via magpie tales


long
have 
i tried
to press you
into fulfillment
will i never learn from the past?

i
sit
and wait,
you always
arrive gracefully
it is my weak faith that stumbles

i
count
you as
my only
true fascination
yet time spent alone with you, rare.

Rene ~ 2013

Comments

  1. Hey Rene! Wow. I may have caught this wrong, but this felt familiar and made me feel sad, frustrated. Nice work =) Indigo x

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    1. your feelings were right on, Indigo. Failed to do's and marching time.

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  2. time alone...that is the essence of true emptiness...without it, it is hard...i think you can still be fascinated...but its def a burden

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  3. Beautiful. My favorite is the second stanza..."it is my weak faith that stumbles" --- yes!

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  4. I love that too - "it is my weak faith that stumbles".

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  5. Touching and heartfelt words. The longing...yes, it comes through well.

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  6. Oh Rene .... so many of us are incapable of learning from the past. This touched my heart.

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  7. I like the feeling and the shape of this poem.

    =)

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  8. I didn't realize it before...but he does look as if he's praying...thoughtful piece...

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  9. Renee... Love how concise this is... great economy!

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  10. Wow I agree the longing is palatable and the subtle taste of betrayal when someone continuously disappoints

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  11. There is always that small chance they might not show.....so exquisitely terrifying !

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  12. love this form, Rene, and these are so graceful. wonderful.

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