October 27, 2009

The cat and i
sit around the house
listening to old tunes:
old and new.

The music whirls around me,
reminding me of who
i am and was.

I remember the time
when i was playing the house
to try and secure the prize
not knowing that like music the song
had already been written
long before I wrote it.

How i tried to change
the notes,
the melody,
the mood…

Here i am now,
years later
still thinking about
that tune.

Old smiles, laughs and cries.
The sincere jokes, the new experiences, the mark in time.
The trip, the travel and the destination

Lance M Pope – 27 October 2009


Poetry: When We Two Parted

September 26, 2008

When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.

The dew of the morning
Sunk chill on my brow・
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame;
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.

They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o’er me・
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee too well:・
Long, long shall I rue thee,
Too deeply to tell.

In secret we met・
In silence I grieve
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?・
With silence and tears.

— Lord Byron – 1808