How often the glen echoes
Depends on the single voice pure
Calling her love through the snow
Testing how love endures
Words between them short and terse
He said things he ought not said
What things she said were much worse
All over the unmade bed
No children heard two years now
Not for not trying, passion flared
Sweat intermingled on their brows
Blaming self, unanswered prayer
How often the glen echoes
Depends on the heart’s love pure
Finds her love one in the snow
Too much too long to endure
© 2011 Michael Yost
Michael's Lair 
Broke my heart. Same message I wrote this morning, really.
It is here:
http://www.kimnelsonwrites.com/2011/04/22/upon-reflection/
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I agree! Gratitude given and accepted.
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I think your poem is a ballad, a good one… Sorrowful and evocative, still very beautiful.
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You may be right. It fits the definition. I’m happy you like it!
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ouch! this is sad! I enjoyed this one as well, thanks
http://lynnaima.wordpress.com/2011/04/24/the-corridors-of-supposition/
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Gratitude given and accepted.
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A familiar sadness and a bittersweet read. Well done.
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Thank you Ms McGee!
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one’s attitude and take matter,
well penned theme…
A++
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Happy you liked it.
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So much sorrow and light at the same time is felt here..A breathtaking poem to re-read and enjoy.Thank you for sharing.
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Thanks Yelena.. Glad you enjoyed the write.
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😦 This struck a most personal chord with me. It was very well-written.
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The sorrow of broken hearts can express itself by attacking one another–that makes it even sadder. Beautifully done.
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And to be left alone to face the consequences.
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So sad. Too often – much too often – true. Poem on, Michael, and I hope that you do find healing in it as well as artisitic grace. Thanks for sharing your gift here. Blessings …
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Your words are sweet. Thanks. Healing is the key for me. smiles
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A sad poem – beautifully written. “Blaming self, unanswered prayer” – so sad a state to be in.
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Yes it is and I for one know all prayers are answered; I just don’t always agree with the answer. smiles
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Brings out sadness, intended I am guessing. Happy Potluck again.
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Yes and Glen Echoes was my HS yearbook title, for what that is worth… smiles
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It touched some raw chords and echoed with pain and regrets, put me into the mood for writing some blues. loved the poem. Thanks for sharing.
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Glad it inspired!
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Oh so sad…, nice words flow.
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Thanks Meiro!
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