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Fia Naturie posted in the group National Poetry Month
Holding Hands
When they began
They held hands
They smiled
They illuminated the skyChairs were held
Giggles slipped freely
And the thought of
What base is a good one for this dateTime goes by
Rings were bought
Vows were said
In laws glare rivaling Spoke on star trek at Dr. McCoyEvery step in life taken
It was with a handheld
Then it slipped
It faded
GoneOne or the other are alone
Except for the memories
Of walks
Of tears
Of outburst
Of watching each other
Fight the yearsWould you turn back
Begin again
Will they still be
The same
Would you ever want the loop to end?![Profile Photo]()
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I do not mind at all. I love the responses I receive from my poems.
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There is a motion, a movement to everything, to life. It has a direction and it is forward, not backward. For love to last, it has to change as the people involved change and as the world around them change. I have found this is how love, or any relationship, evolves, strengthens and continues. It is fun to remember the way we were, but even more to know what we have become. I think the roadside is littered with the roadkill of those who thought, “if only we could go back”. In answer to the question at the end of your poem, I would reply, no, not a “loop”, but a “spiral”. Sorry Fia, I hope you don’t mind where my mind took me as I read your wonderful poem. -Curt