November 22, 2014 2:04 am
I came home alone
on my own (again)
in the rain.
The room was cold
and bare – empty
without you there.
Mind dull with pain,
face wet and stained,
full of mascara and grief.
Of goodbye – disbelief!
Morning holds
nothing new.
The usual chaos
and boredom.
No you…
Frances Macaulay Forde @ 1972
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Posted by Frances Macaulay Forde
Categories: 1968 Notebook, Love, Poetry, Romance, Writing
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yes, indeed your poem is brilliant and touch the hearts!
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By mihrank on November 22, 2014 at 2:06 am
Really captures the mood, Frances. Well done.
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By socialbridge on November 23, 2014 at 8:54 am
Thank you both, Mihran and Jean. these poems were written when I was in my late teens, early twenties, long before university (for my 50th) and are only now seeing the light of day. So I really appreciate your support. 🙂
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By Frances Macaulay Forde on November 23, 2014 at 2:47 pm
Wow! Very we’ll put! I love the concept of time in this. It shows the spectrum of growth as a writer and a person. 👏👏😍😘
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By ianmasila on November 25, 2014 at 7:13 pm
Thank you, Ian.
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By Frances Macaulay Forde on November 26, 2014 at 1:51 am
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