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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This conjures many images and memories in my mind.
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Linda poesia com muito sentimento.
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I bet the caring psychologist in you really helped your passing travel friend...so wonder no more. They are richer for having met you.
ReplyDeleteI don't often comment, but I usually read. And I have to tell you, I really love your poetry.
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DeleteSo poignant, Cosmo ..... beautiful.
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So poignant and lovely.
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