The only name he smiled at,
the only eyes he looked for,
the very smile to flatter him,
the only girl he wished to live for –
today she remains in heart and mind,
a memory of a long-lost time.
From everything to some one special,
the transition happened without cause;
the face was never captured in photo,
it was meant to stay as a muse unknown.
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Prompted @ Dverse Poetics (Image ) , OSI (transition ) , Sunday Scribblings ( whats the rest of the story )
I like ‘her’… a captivating mystery. 🙂
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These kinds of transitions always remain deepest mysteries.
There’s a heart-felt longing in this poem, which brilliantly illuminates and enhances the purely visual. A wonderfully expressed story for this photograph.
Beautifully done, once again!
A love outgrown I guess. Beautiful poem.
I’m glad you chose that photo, Nimue. It does make you wonder about her and your poem expresses that sense of mystery.
Very mysterious and charming!
Somewhat perversely, your well-wrought piece made me realize that through the eyes of time and love, even a muse which is at once indecent and ugly might be idealized !
hey,this one is different… and is meant to stay as a muse unknown!
Lovely expression!
O the trials and tribulations young men must endure!
I love it, Nimue. 🙂 His heart must be going pita-pat.
And the picture is perfect for your verse.
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Loved ittt!!!!!!!
Aha! Beautiful, if mysterious muse.
You know, Nimue, now that I am reading several of your posts in succession, the transition is even more stark. You shift from longing to love, to mystery to heartbreak so smoothly. Cheers!