I owe Helen a huge apology for the confusion over how to post and where to post. If you have been given site privileges you may post your stuff at any time you wish, without using the forms found on the website. This was supposed to be part of the Thursday writing prompt. I can’t seem to reach Helen right now, so I am posting her poem that should have made it up here yesterday. Blame me, I deserve it. So just in case anyone wonders, it’s only Thursday still because I said so. Then you can skip Friday and go straight to Saturday, also because I said so.
You can find her and her amazing poetry at http://helenvalentina.wordpress.com
The water still streams from the fountain
How can this be now ever so?
How can it still sparkle with beauty
How can its clear crystal still flow?
Where once we would meet in its halo
Dance in its ode to the sun
Speak such sweet nothings together
Marvel at romance begun
Where once we divined in its beauty
The water of life and of love
Walked the park hand in hand in true unity
Saw the balance below and above
Now I sit at the fountain in solitude
Feeling loss with you not by my side
And where once there was beauty and promise
Now there’s only the memory denied
So the fountain should be still and silent
The sun should be shadowed by cloud
The park be a sentinel to loneliness
No longer the joy of the crowd
For how can the fountain still sparkle
And flow like the heart still may beat?
My love you have gone from my life now
The loss of the vital and sweet
And with this true cruelty of departure
The fountain should surely run dry
It should have ceased in its murmur
The moment that you said goodbye
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