“Absence makes the heart grow fonder”
that was what she thought
So she packed her bags, left her home
to find the love she sought.
By letters, she told him of her love
as he did the same
Then one day, another mail arrived
it besmirched her name
Jealousy swallowed his broken heart
reason, he refused to see
the loving letters he used to send
now carried vile and enmity.
She tossed his letter to the wind
willing it to go away
She packed her bags, went back home
to salvage a love astray.
His cold eyes welcomed her open arms
his silence, her smile
her heart sank, the battle was lost
how easy he was beguiled.
So they lived their separate lives
he pretends they never were
But her sunny ways belie the pain
of a love torn asunder.
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It’s all about BALLAD POETRY at the PUB. All I am sure of is that Ballad Poetry tells a story. Meter, rhythm, and feet almost always confuse me. So, I tried to play it by ear with this piece,
Thank you for coming by and please visit the PUB for talented writers when you get the chance. Happy weekend. 🙂
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I enjoy this beautifully sad piece
Thanks, Glynis.
A sad tale here Imelda, beautifully done.
Anna :o]
Thanks, Anna. 🙂
ah it surely tells a story…and such a sad one.. makes my heart break a bit… ugh..the ballad gives it an additional melancholic feel…
Yeah, it’s a very sad one specially since it is a true story.
A sad tale indeed – and playing it by ear definitely worked for you, Imelda. You really have the ballad form nailed down here … smiles
Thanks, Tony. 🙂
Very sad. Well done.
Thanks, Jennifer.
How sad but beautifully told Imelda ~ Too bad that jealousy swallowed his broken heart ~ I applaud for tackling this challenge as I am lost in meter and rhyme too, smiles ~
Thanks, Grace. 🙂 Even worse, the broken heart never healed.
Beautiful in its sadness.
Thank you, Kathryn. 🙂
Ah, the delicate balance that relationships require. It seems everyone has their tipping-point. A complete story, very well told – I loved it!
Thanks, Freya. 🙂
Oh dear, sounds pretty awful (and yet archetypal). Well-described! Especially the way in which he greeted her return! k.
Thanks, K. 🙂
Ah, such a sad tale, beautifully told. 🙂
Thanks, Adin. 🙂
oh i feel her a bit there in th end…trying to hide that busted heart and broken love…it never really works…nice story telling in the form…
Thanks, Brian. That broken heart does make a mark on a person.
It is a sad tale…but very vivid… Diane
Because it is personal to me, Diane. 🙂
Totally loved reading here and your pace quite moving the read along.
Thanks, Sharon. 🙂
Well written but terribly sad, Imelda. 😦
Poem on … Wonderful visit here this a.m. Will be back to continue catching up after the responsibilities of the day.
Have a great week …
Thanks for coming by, Jamie. I can understand that busy bit – everyone has responsibilities.
The story is sadder because it is very real to me (it is not my own love story though but, instead, of people very close to me).
Happy week to you, too.