Sadness is

A mirror, broken, reflecting slivers
Echoing lost jewels, tarnished
Cracked fragments, open wounds
Empty silences, red air bleeds
Living together, alone
Magic carpets swept under rugs
Remembering, forgetting, feeling
Everything, nothing


Sadness is

A clock ticking, hearing lost blinks
Blue breathing, gasping
Cold, odorless, spaces of ice
Dreary eyes leaking pain puddles
Motionless moments, frozen
Time, handless holding


Sadness is

A wallflower, saving dances
The dance card fills with tomorrows
The same song, never changing
A broken record skips years
Waiting to dance


Sadness is


Ending, without ever beginning


AJB© 2002

Oh my!!!!!!!!!! Did you write that????!!!!
That is the sadest, most beautiful poem I think I've ever read. It is so deep and meaningful!!!!
I really love it!!!!!!!!!!!!

Beautiful poem, Angie. Now, if you don't mind...pass the kleenex, please...

Dianna

That was intense and beautiful!

Angie !! You just put in writing how I have felt for last 5 years How did you do that?

If it hadn't been for two people I wouldn't be here right now. One is my granddaughter Bethany the other one of the dearest and best friends any man could have my friend Patsy. Thank you for writing what I felt but could not put into words.

Jimmy Thank you

Dianna and Triss and Shirley,Thanks:-)

I wrote that in 2002,a few other poets and I wrote several peices and did a cd for a childrens organization for the disability and the arts.

I love poetry and art and it makes me feel great when someone can feel something after reading or seeing it.Then it becomes there own..Thanks

2002 ?? Billie passed away April 20, 2002 she also wrote poems this is getting weird.

Jimmy I am so sorry about Billie.You know I do not find it weird,people connect for all kinds of reasons:-)and I am glad we did;-)I would be happy to share more with you whenever you like;-)Jimmy,Just pm me anytime..

To be a poet
is a condition,
not a profession. "

Robert Frost