Tuesday, July 16, 2013

578 : Intersection


Intersection

A chance meeting at a 
Departure lounge; 
A temporary intersection,
A temporal intersession.
A confluence of streams.

We talked, as one does,
And you shared a life.
A life of loves, 
Come and gone,
Of dreams, 
Now and then,
Of a life exiled,
Of a child,
Now gone,
But who lives on,
Loved on.

You talked with passion
With love, 
With a certain sadness,
With more to be said
I suspect,

And then you were gone—
Back into the passing stream
Of life.

I wonder.
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2013
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7 comments:

  1. This conjures many images and memories in my mind.

    I like it very much.

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  2. ⊱✿✿°

    ·.¸.•♪♪
    Linda poesia com muito sentimento.

    Boa semana·..¸彡
    ♪♫° Beijinhos·..°♡♡
    °❤❤ Brasil✿✿·..

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  3. AnonymousJuly 16, 2013

    I bet the caring psychologist in you really helped your passing travel friend...so wonder no more. They are richer for having met you.

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  4. I don't often comment, but I usually read. And I have to tell you, I really love your poetry.

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    1. Thank you Patti, that is a lovely compliment.

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  5. So poignant, Cosmo ..... beautiful.
    xxx

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  6. So poignant and lovely.

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