purple
all those things
i never asked for
you laid at my feet
in triumph.
.
that thing i wanted most
(the key to your
military heart)
.
you could not offer
.
not knowing
where you’d left it
.all those years ago
.
and
never thinking
to look
in your pocket.
.
::
::
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July 19th, 2011 at 8:51 am
Stunning, moving, inspiring. All my adjectives seem lacking.
July 19th, 2011 at 9:16 am
this makes me cry. it is always too late, it seems.
July 19th, 2011 at 9:29 am
Oh Kelly, these words are so beautiful and moving. Again, I’m in awe of you!
July 19th, 2011 at 12:21 pm
Beautiful. And sad.
July 19th, 2011 at 1:44 pm
is there regret behind these words…..
July 19th, 2011 at 4:24 pm
a beautiful sad piece, and the purple flower photo goes along so well.
July 19th, 2011 at 4:26 pm
One little task missed and how things can change.
July 19th, 2011 at 4:30 pm
dang – what a punch in the stomach closure..tight write
July 19th, 2011 at 5:56 pm
Lovely, sad poem. Fierce pain registered with so few words.
July 19th, 2011 at 5:57 pm
lovely poem– intense! join me on Fridays at http://fridaypoetryfest.blogspot.com –xxxj
July 19th, 2011 at 6:09 pm
Yes a real honed piece, sharp with an end full of pathos.
July 19th, 2011 at 7:04 pm
This sad poem evokes a great depth of emotion, extremely stirring.
July 19th, 2011 at 7:40 pm
beautiful… i love it!
thanks for sharing it~
July 19th, 2011 at 8:21 pm
Clever! The stuff great poetry is made of. I enjoyed the read.
July 19th, 2011 at 9:06 pm
Oh…the heart withheld with such sad finality. I wonder if those military hearts are different than others…
Very touching.
July 19th, 2011 at 9:08 pm
such beautiful melancholy
…a purple heart, indeed.
thanks for this hauntingly
lovely share.
-Jennifer
July 19th, 2011 at 9:11 pm
I love it when poems are dense with meaning and clean-limbed and sleek in language like this one. The simplicity just makes the feeling more stark.
July 19th, 2011 at 9:47 pm
I love this!
July 19th, 2011 at 9:52 pm
Awwww so sad to be so ignorant of where his love truly was.
July 19th, 2011 at 10:47 pm
there is such celebration and sadness in this… i love profundity of this parallel.
July 19th, 2011 at 11:28 pm
Sharp as a knife!
July 20th, 2011 at 12:45 am
Oh, this one got to me. so, so, so good 🙂
July 20th, 2011 at 1:34 am
great write of a very sad poem. the most importent gift in a relationsip is the gift of your self.
July 20th, 2011 at 8:19 am
Oh ouch. Right in the gut.
Beautiful ♥
July 20th, 2011 at 1:34 pm
a beautiful sadness to have it so close but unable to find it…
July 21st, 2011 at 12:18 am
Blunt force trauma is what this is. So well
stated. You made a keeper of a poem here.
July 21st, 2011 at 4:59 pm
I love the simplicity-also the “military heart.”
July 24th, 2011 at 5:49 am
It is so easy to offer everything else but LOVE!
So easy to be everything else but a zero!
Wonderful poem.
August 9th, 2011 at 12:04 am
Oh your photos are great! Looks like you’re having a great August so far! I’m participating in the August Break too! I’m doing this photo a day thing so I thought I’d just join right in on the August Break too! 🙂