Buon CompleannoIt rained on All Saints’ Day
and I think it was your birthday
some nine time zones to the west.
Missing you feels different
in Italian; more tragic I guess.
Persi amore, o rammarico.
You told me you’d wait for me
but we both knew it was a lie;
a self-preservation you allowed me.
I wonder when it all will end;
the girls, the boys and the lies
told to faceless lovers in the dark.
For now the Eternal City calls me
and I imagine you are still asleep,
some nine time zones to the west.
SMG
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I always enjoy reading your poems. You have this wonderful ability to tell a poetic story woven through the fabric of human interaction and narrative. Fine work my friend, fine work.
Nicely written, enjoyed your work!
hey steven - are you really in rome? then you are in my time zone..smiles
sad feeling to your poem..like how you refer to the time zones...distance...nice
It is always a treat to read your work. Exceptional composition and an ability to say so much with so little ... brevity at its finest. Superb.
I like this poem very much, enjoyed it.
You captured that feeling of impossible distance.
Its lovely... you have got the essence of distance so beautifully....
Shashi
ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
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Damn the distance. xoXox
Awesome poem! So very true and well said! Love the time zone line!
http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/10/02/two-yearning-heart/
Excellent poem I like it
love it.
Smiles.
love it.
Smiles.
So nicely written and love your ending about being asleep through 9 different times zones to the West such a distance of thought
http://gatelesspassage.com/2011/10/03/memories-and-photographs-of-you/
I like the realistic view of the relationship. I like how you came back to the time zones line. Great touch.
I enjoyed it a lot.
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Love it.... I missed reading these wonderful poems.
Love the tick tock of the tragic time zone clock...
The beauty of this poem, as with most of your work is you give each city its special hint of romance, even if the romance is doomed.
eden
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