somewhere, redux
Maybe she is having a better, happier life now...
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somewhere, redux
it's been twenty-eight years
you should have been
re-incarnated
and
if you did
you could be
a mother
by now
and if i walk past you
somewhere in a street
in Redhill
or
Tampines
would i still
recognise
you?
and perhaps i will,
or maybe not
but if i see
that walk
those
swaying hips
in that mall
or park
that voice
that laughter
and if our eyes should meet
in that split
moment in time
you
will understand
those trembling
lips
those brimming tears
in my eyes.
20/04/2022
**********
The prompt at Poets and Storytellers United is to write about "the last time you had a good laugh or cry"
"I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times...
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever."
― Rabindranath Tagore, Selected Poems
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2023
somewhere, redux
it's been twenty-eight years
you should have been
re-incarnated
and
if you did
you could be
a mother
by now
and if i walk past you
somewhere in a street
in Redhill
or
Tampines
would i still
recognise
you?
and perhaps i will,
or maybe not
but if i see
that walk
those
swaying hips
in that mall
or park
that voice
that laughter
and if our eyes should meet
in that split
moment in time
you
will understand
those trembling
lips
those brimming tears
in my eyes.
20/04/2022
**********
The prompt at Poets and Storytellers United is to write about "the last time you had a good laugh or cry"
"I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times...
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever."
― Rabindranath Tagore, Selected Poems
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2023
posted by dsnake1 at 6:15 AM
10 Comments:
I love this. The first stanza literally made me laugh out loud.
Thank you, Colleen!
Ah, just wondering about the possibilities. :)
A gorgeous poem ~ a beautiful story ~ love lost and (possibly) found.
This is beautiful... just the possibility of it happening is so overpowering...
A lump in my throat....... I really wish you both meet and recognize each other..... and I suppose even a short while would suffice
Reincarnated as a mother, or just had time to become one? The certainty of reincarnation made me read it as a tearful poem...
Helen,
Thank you!
This is actually a rewrite of an earlier poem.
Rajani,
Thank you!
Yes, I want to keep the possibility of that happening.
Jossina,
Thank you!
There were little glimpses of similarities here and there but never that "aha" moment. Maybe it's not meant to be.
Priscilla,
Thank you!
Yes, this is certainly intended to be a sad poem. It's about loss and longing. Maybe I didn't make that clear in the poem. :)
Ha, I read your "doggerel" at your site about the town of Kingsport. I think it's happening at most towns across the "free" world.
Well, can a lady nearly in her fifties still swing her hips? I wonder. My loss is 55 years ago and after about 20 years later I had no more fellings for her. So hang in there, there's hope for your poet.
BTW, about almost fifty years ago my ex came in and was ushered to sit by me during a granddaughter's wedding. She seemed much taller than I had remembered, I didnt recognize her until Mrs. Jim told me who she was.
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Thank you, Jim.
I guess you are a lucky guy, you found true love soon after. :)
Mine, cancer took her in her early 30's. I have managed to somehow move on with my life.
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