Summer’s streamers rose on
Something more than two.
Hearts conjoined in clarity
We two, we happy few.
But the Earth revolves around the sun;
Each season has its day.
Sandy summer beaches set
And harden into clay.
Love’s the cruelest teacher;
These lessons are hard-won.
Now I sit here all alone,
Something less than one.
Written for: http://andytownend.com/2015/11/09/poetry-101-rehab-missing/
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A Certain Point of View 
beautiful
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Thank you 🙂
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That last line did it for me – just beautiful. ❤
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Thank you… in my head, I started with that idea, then worked it backwards 🙂
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What a great idea! I must try it.
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Was caught in the rise and fall of it all… less than one, wow, that was powerful
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Thanks Annette 🙂
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Well, in all reality… thank YOU! I will be standing in line to have you personally autograph the books you write. I am clearing a space on my shelf for them, right next to my Shel Silverstein collection. 🙂
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Wow. Just wow.
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Sad, wistful and lovely!
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Thanks Teresa 🙂
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This is beautiful and that last line, I love how it expresses that a part of the person’s whole is missing. Thay just shows the extent of love for the missing thing.
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Thanks Ameena 🙂
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WOW–you’re too good, Al.
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If only that were true!
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🙂
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Beautiful but sad, especially the last line. 🙂
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Thanks Susan 🙂
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Been there and back. Sometimes we can ‘rebound’.
Thanks for stopping by Fandango. Mostly fiction. Prompts ‘R’ fun!
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My pleasure 🙂
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Love is indeed the cruelest teacher. Great poem Al.
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