where once he saved
that tender voice for me
where once I knew
I was loved beyond
devotion it's self, now
now we are but strangers
walking in different rooms
rooms dressed in blue
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Edna St. Vincent Millay
1916
My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends-
It gives a lovely light!
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12 comments:
Sad. Beautiful. I feel it.
So wonderful. Love can be great, and then it is over. And it is the worst feeling ever.
Thanks Sandy. I really liked this poem but do not know how to post it on Blue Monday. Glad you liked it.
Melanie
Much thanks Ina for reading my poem Glad you liked it. Love your blog and poetry.
Melanie
'Rooms dressed in blue', you hit the nail on the spot...sometimes I feel like the rooms I move in are all a dark blue.
Lovely read.
Rosie
Much thanks Rosie for reading my poem. Glad you liked it. Love your blogs.
Melanie
What a sad poem.
Happy Blue Monday!
Really beautiful but also sad.
Hope things could still be patched up.
Gorgeous blue!
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Beautiful, evocative poetry!
Nice post ... lovely poem!
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