No More My Love

Posted: May 15, 2016 in Uncategorized

withrealtoads Weekend Mini-Challenge – Trying “No More” Imagined By
Your task today, poets, if you choose to accept it–is to spend a little time thinking about “no more.”  You do not need to use the actual words in your poem–although you certainly can–just write something that springs from the idea, whether nostalgically, eligiacally, gleefully, viciously–


No more to breathe the silken air
drenched in sweet honeysuckle scent
no more we’ll dare the days of fate
whose mossy hours of green are spent

No more to sleep and dream sweet dreams
we two entangled in the dark
No more to be aware of love
or the song of the meadowlark

No more… I cannot bear to think
an outcast from the land of you
no more to touch, to love, to be
I live in shades of darkest blue.

No more. Such hateful words of loss
but life was never meant to be
no more. Forever was our vow
yet I release you set you free.

No more the golden threads that bind
your heart to mine they’ve come undone
no more, my love, let sorrow rule
for there are songs as yet unsung.

  1. ManicDdaily says:

    Wonderful, Debi– poignant and true and so musical. Really well done! I thought you were quoting a poem at first! I especially like the phrase “an outcast from the land of you.” K.


  2. oh this is lovely, Deb 🙂

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  3. So bittersweet and lovely.. the repetition of no more hammers in the loss of all that was good… and yet there are those songs unsung.


  4. The mixture of grief and hope, especially in the last sentence is touching and very relatable. We are human, so we hurt for what we loved and is now lost, but that bit of hope in the end is what makes us souled creatures.

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  5. Kerry O'Connor says:

    No more… I cannot bear to think
    an outcast from the land of you

    This sums up the sense of loss so well, and who can say they have never felt it?

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  6. Jim says:

    Nicely written, Debbi. Times revisited 47 yeas ago in our case, that’s the way it was. My version was to the tune of the old, old CW song, “Thank Greyhound and God, she’s gone.” Second times a charm (four for her), we’ve been married 43 years.

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  7. Sherry Marr says:

    I love “I live in shades of darkest blue” and, especially, “for there are songs as yet unsung.” Yes, there definitely are.

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  8. Rosemary Nissen-Wade says:

    Beautiful, and very much in the romantic mood of the Byron piece.

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  9. hedgewitch says:

    A lovely, lyrical take on the prompt.I also love the lines Kerry chose.

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  10. Helen Dehner says:

    I feel sadness, I feel joy in your poem. Beautifully done.

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  11. A beautiful ode of grief….Sorrow has a melody we learn too soon.

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  12. This has such a timeless beautiful feeling, Debi…I love all that you’ve brought forward that will be missed…especially enjoy the golden threads in the end…can really see and feel them.

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