Aka Patricia
Juliet changed her name to Violet
but not many people knew
She signed it that way
in her handwritten letters
and followed it with x’s and o’s
I was her Romeo once
when life was wasted on youth
before photos were torn from album pages
and forbidden affections surpressed
She made a path in snowy woods
and led me to Christmas holly
I planted a rose in springtime
and named it after her
A mountain came between us
and we climbed it halfway
never mentioning the insurmountable
There was never a good goodbye
When the world took her breath away
I held mine tight
until this very day
when I pricked my finger
and let the sadness bleed out
When I wrote a poem
and it ended like this:
Roses are red and violets are blue
I lost you before I lost you
Patricia Copus: February 8, 1931 – July 5, 2011
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Colleen Redman 2/7/2013 / dVerse Poets Pub
February 12th, 2013 1:59 pm
That photo is most compelling. You can see her personality and strength and love.
February 12th, 2013 2:02 pm
So easy to love, a personal heroine of mine.
February 12th, 2013 4:47 pm
Wonderfully spun tale of love and loss. I agree the photo adds intrigue.
February 12th, 2013 5:35 pm
dang…nice…naming the rose after her…pricking the finger to let the sadness out…really a felt piece….you def evoke her in this…
February 12th, 2013 5:58 pm
Great lines here…love this..When the world took her breath away
I held mine tight
until this very day
when I pricked my finger
and let the sadness bleed out
February 12th, 2013 8:56 pm
Wow, this is so good. Great piece Colleen.
February 12th, 2013 10:21 pm
Heartwrenchingly beautiful.
“…A mountain came between us
and we climbed it halfway
never mentioning the insurmountable
There was never a good goodbye”
There are people that pass through our lives that will always hold an unforgettable place in our hearts.
February 12th, 2013 10:22 pm
Visiting from dVerse. What a wonderful tribute you have written here, your heart in every word.
February 12th, 2013 10:47 pm
Loved
“I lost you before I lost you”
And the way you used Rose and Violet as the names of the beloved.
Poignant. And who has not wondered what might have been?
February 13th, 2013 12:17 am
Doubly sad. Beautiful woman. Thanks for sharing.
February 13th, 2013 12:29 am
Yet once again, I find myself humming a Neil Young song upon reading something of yours. What’s up with that.
Who could let go, I couldn’t, not if it felt like this. Sadness, that has to be dispensed eventfully. The portrait, seductive, the letting of words is resolve for mind but does little for the heart.
February 13th, 2013 1:19 am
i lost you before i lost you…love how you bring her to life in this…and love the pic as well…so many things you can read in a person’s face..
February 13th, 2013 4:13 am
What a fabulous nearly-Valentine’s day poem. Great lines: … when I pricked my finger
and let the sadness bleed out
February 13th, 2013 6:06 am
Great tribute; poignant post…
February 13th, 2013 10:19 am
These comments say it all and they never even knew Pat!
This is a beautiful tribute and I am crying with you!!
“EVERY PICTURE TELLS A STORY…………Don’t it
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Wow.
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wow quite a tribute of love
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Wow, indeed. The power of the words is really no match for the power in those eyes. A person could lose themselves in there.
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