Still running

The road ran past
yet we just walked
keeping pace

And where the river ran
we took the curves
hand in hand

When blood ran cold
through all your veins
I froze

Only my paints still run
portraits of you
abstraction

31 thoughts on “Still running

      1. Yes, I know this is the anniversary month, which makes it more special and poignant. When our heart leads the way, it oft leaves us surprised. You are welcome, Laura.

  1. Oh my heart this is so poignant, Laura! I am especially moved by “And where the river ran we took the curves hand in hand.” 💜💜

  2. I Love where Edna St Vincent Millay’s road took you, Laura, to a deeply touching memory, and these lines, which made me tear up:

    ‘Only my paints still run
    portraits of you
    abstraction’.

  3. The river, the blood, the paints, delicately superimposed one on another makes this poem an exquisite read.

  4. The movement from the pastoral to the chilling to the running paints metaphor–so poignant, Laura. The reader feels the grief and memories. 💙

  5. You never know what will trigger a spasm of grief – thanks for sharing it Laura…

  6. Stunning in its simplicity and yet gorgeously textured, that opening stanza is just wonderful, and down with a mere handful of the barest of words

    Lovely poem, but then…that last stanza, again, leading off the one before, amazing writing Laura

  7. abstract– existing in thought. very moving. i hope the painting helps color your world. sincere condolences during this anniversary month of your love’s passing. ❤

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