Gone Without a Trace

From its distance the sun feels bold as it kisses your face

Graces a mortal temple with glints of a golden god's place

Shy relief in the clouds as the sun blushes with desires chase

Maybe I'm amazed that you left without a trace

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Eyes that linger in the pool mirroring narcissisms watery base

Rationale a human flaw, as I tremble to meet your embrace

Claim you've cared for me waiting quiet in the shadow's shy space

Maybe I'm amazed that you left without a trace

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An eclipse conspired to blind judgment in my fall from grace

Beyond rhyme or reason, radiant heat rays ran raw to outpace

Left me breathless on a virgin journey but to lose a fixed race

Maybe I'm amazed that you left without a trace

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Though the stars still shine illuminating an empty crystal vase

And the man in the moon smiles, betraying loss I won't erase

You live in the heart of me enduring beyond the will to displace

And, maybe I'm amazed that you left without a trace

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The winter sun flickers solace as fickle nature cements its case

Though the earth shook, it still spins on point without disgrace

And the sun lights my canvas in rich shades and shadow's lace

Still, maybe I'm amazed that you left without a trace

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He even looks like you and sometimes, still, I miss your face.

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debbiepinkston 4 years ago from Pereira, Colombia and NW Arkansas

Amy, you express so beautifully what others have felt. I wish I had a tenth of the talent you have to express those moments.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Dear Debbie, Being the talented writer you are, I can't tell you how much your words mean to me. Your support and encouragement keeps me motivated and determined to keep writing. Hugs to you


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midget38 4 years ago from Singapore

Amy, heartfelt.....you express the idea of lost love so beautifully here. Thanks for these beautiful words, which I share.


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xstatic 4 years ago from Eugene, Oregon

Beautifully expressed sorrow for a love that did not last. That refrain works for you every time.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Dear Midge, Thank you so much for your message that tells me I was able to express the pain of lost love in a relatable way, which quickens the heart in every writer's dream. You made my day! Thank you


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Perspycacious 4 years ago from Today's America and The World Beyond

Here we are once more. How about imagining the return of a long-departed lover who experienced the same loneliness without you?


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btrbell 4 years ago from Mesa, AZ

Wow, Amy! This is beautiful. What an amazing poem. So perfect and the song...So sorry. Up++++Thank you for using these words to say what alot of us feel but have no idea how to express.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Thank you, xstatic. When a lost love lingers, it is never for naught, as I am better for knowing him. I would be less without having known the happiness and the pain. Thank you for your beautiful words.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Brilliant line of thought, Perspycacious, and he does. Thank you


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Dear brtbell, Though none of us seeks out the pain of loss, I wouldn't have given up the chance to experience knowing him, regardless of the outcome. He made me more. And, you, my friend, made my day. Thank you so much.


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The Frog Prince 4 years ago from Arlington, TX

Amy - Very poignant. Sometimes it isn't lost. One must just look in the right place to realize that.

TFP


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Jo_Goldsmith11 4 years ago

So very beautiful! One of the many things I enjoy about reading your work. Is the fact you go beyond just simple ideas. You seem to tap into the very special part of you. Your thoughts you share are healing, thoughtful. One can go away after reading one of your masterpieces, with a heart which shines light into the darkest part of the world.

You are an American Treasure! :) I haven't fogotten about you.

I apologize, hugs! tweeted, Up and shared.

Shalom


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Jim, We can't control the people we love, as that isn't love. I love your words that "Sometimes it isn't lost." The profound experience of loving someone is never lost, regardless of the outcome. Thank you for your beautiful "Frog Prince" comment.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Dear Jo, Thank you for words that fill me up to the top, and send me over the moon, with boundless happiness. You've given me a gift in a message that defies earthbound gravity. Thank you for your friendship. Take care of yourself, Jo. Hugs to you.

Shalom


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btrbell 4 years ago from Mesa, AZ

too good not to share!


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

You're adorable, brbell. Thank you for your kindness.


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vocalcoach 4 years ago from Nashville Tn.

Oh Amy - This is so beautiful and so awesome!

Your poetry holds me captive and entranced. I am breathless until the final line appears announcing just the right ending. Up, sharing and beautiful!


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Dear vocalcoach, Your awesome words make my heart skip a beat, as I intently read them and then again to believe what I see. I just want you to know that you've got me up in the clouds, too happy to see straight right this moment. Thank you so much, sweet friend.


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Dim Flaxenwick 4 years ago from Great Britain

Absolutely beautiful.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

I am so glad you like this piece, Dim Flaxenwick. Thank you so much for letting me know.


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lrc7815 4 years ago from Central Virginia

Amy, I think I've told you that I couldn't write a poem if I had to but I sure enjoy reading all of yours. You are a master of language and a real artist. This one is awesome and a stark reminder that loss is inevitable if we live long enough and that grief is normal. Voted up and awesome.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Linda, I've read some of your fantastic work and I have no doubt, you have a poetic soul. Coming from someone who writes like a pro on a diverse scope of topics, capturing a unique range that incorporates the serious, humorous, and touching, I am honored by your comment. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.


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always exploring 4 years ago from Southern Illinois

I can see you siting at your table with the sun shining on your canvas as you reminisce about the past and still you wonder. Beautiful Amy. Loved it...Hugs..


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billybuc 4 years ago from Olympia, WA

Oh my, how you do keep improving!

I remember the sleepless nights....the torn thoughts about what went wrong, what did I do wrong, what could I have done differently.

In the end, it was not meant to be. Today I celebrate every lost love. I needed for them to happen to bring me to this place today, a place of fulfillment and happiness.

You captured it perfectly my dear.

bill


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Sweet Ruby, Thank you so much, my friend. I just saw you at Ghost's hub written as a tribute to Dusty. I am very sad to hear he has passed. I wish I'd known him longer, but I feel I knew him as much as Dusty allowed another person in from his honest, compassionate comments. Heaven gained a hell of an angel with Dusty aka 50 Caliber. He's upstairs now with his beloved sweet donkey. He was like a rabble rousin' St. Francis. I'm gonna miss his surprise visits at my space. Hugs to you, my dear friend, Ruby Tuesday.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Bill, I am gratified to know that you relate to this poem. I agree with you completely in that each person that comes into our lives, for good or bad, ultimately enriches us. They define how we see and find love, help us discover what we need and who we, ultimately, truly love. Like everything in life, it is a process of discovery.

Thank you, dear Bill, for your support and encouragement. You keep me reaching for the stars. Love from St. Lou to you


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drbj 4 years ago from south Florida

An outstanding tribute, Amy, to love that may have been lost and to the memories that are never forgotten.

"The stars still shine illuminating a . . . crystal vase" that remains to be filled with new love and memories. Outstanding imagery and the video - new to me - was perfection. Why am I not surprised?


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

I adore your comments, drbj. I sit on the edge of my seat whenever I get ready to read one. As always, thank you for your specificity. It matters a great deal to me. Thank you for being my friend, drbj. I am grateful for your kindness. Trust me.


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epigramman 4 years ago

...well Amy of Poetic Miracles you are the consummate poet because you are also a writer who paints with a brush and I always see and feel that in everything you write. Your canvas is full of endless possibilities and that is why I compare you to a world class jazz musician - high praise indeed because of my affinity and love of jazz music - I am currently listening to my favorite jazz pianist/composer - Thelonious Monk - and he took each compostion to a new and different level pushing the boundaries and the parameters, if you will, as far as he could - and in that sense - you both share this creative bond/kinship together - I often hear 'jazz' music in my ears when I read your words - I've seen/read a lot of writing in my time here at the Hub in over 2 years plus - and I must say there are three categories:

1. there are many many good writers

2. a few really great ones

3. and then there's you - no one has perfected the art of putting words together the way you do (well wait there's a guy from lake erie -lol)

Thank you for enthralling your readers with a whole new way of looking and reading and enjoying the poetry genre Amy and in that way you are a true innovator too - and of course - thank you for inspiring me as well and making Google word search work overtime - I think you must give the Google people an extra shift everytime you write/compose a new one - lol

So I salute you Miss Amy B and Thelonious Monk - you are always music to my ears and you put a glow in my heart and take my mind to places where it's never been before.

lake erie time 9:27pm


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Besides lighting my eyes up with your eloquent words, which leave me feeling on top of the world, Mister C, you always teach me something interesting. I've never heard of Thelonious Monk, but I'm going to look him up, because if you are impressed by his musical abilities, I know he must be a jazz master.

You give me the inspiration and drive to keeping trying to hone my amateur 'child's play' poetry to, someday, earn the kudos that artists, the likes of Thelonious Monk, so richly deserve. Though I realize I have a long way to go, you make me feel like I can do it. And, if I never reach the level of skill that honors me an artist, I will continue to have a blast trying. Thank you, Colin, for believing in me. Shine on, you crazy diamond.


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Bobbi L Johnson 4 years ago from Red Deer AB

Amy, what beautiful unique words you have. I also write poetry and will soon have some of it on here. I do not wish to be too forward in asking, was this an abusive relationship? Or can you tell me why you wrote this. I am so amazed by you.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Thank you, Bobbi. Your question is very intuitive. It was not physically abusive, but the relationship left me profoundly confused, angry and changed. I believe he was sincere in the words he used, mainly because I feel I am lovable, but he was ultimately deceptive. He wasn't really 'there' for me. It was almost like a 'binge', saying all the things I wanted to hear in order to gain what he wanted. Then, he was gone only to repeat the pattern. I had been in 2 marriages where I felt my value was more trophy than reality based love. I had become accustomed to feeling used, so when this very attractive, intelligent, dignified acting man told me I was beautiful, smart and wonderful, I fell for him, hook, line and sinker. I am a grown up, of course, and, as such I do not blame him or label him an abuser, but eventually, as he saw my disillusionment he began making promises that he could not keep; upping his game, so to speak. I stopped answering my phone when he called and avoided him to remove myself from further disappointment, loneliness, longing and pain. Though I care for him (brain chemistry is complicated and in many ways beyond explanation), I despise how weak I saw myself. I was honest with him, but it seems talking had little real impact, so I would rather continue to think of him charitably as a beautiful, flawed human being, rather than become bitter. Thank you for asking, Bobbi. I hope this makes sense, as it is difficult to articulate.


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Gypsy Rose Lee 4 years ago from Riga, Latvia

You bring us into a world of so much emotion. The world of loving one and losing them. Wonderfully expressed. Great video.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Thank you, Gypsy. I suppose it's true; what doesn't kill you makes you stronger." I've found that the experiences that were the most trying are the ones that made me grow, ultimately changing me for the better.


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breakfastpop 4 years ago

This piece of poetic art left me breathless. You and it are beautiful and awesome.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Awww, Pop, now look what you've done; you made my eyeliner run! I love you, my sweet, beautiful, most poetic friend. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.


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breakfastpop 4 years ago

I love you back....


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Happy Thanksgiving, Pop. I hope you and yours stay well.


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BobbiRant 4 years ago from New York

You know, I once felt like this, but as time wore on, whenever I broke up with anyone, or they did not mesh with me, I knew it just wasn't meant to be. It got easier and then one day, well, along came vietnamvet68, out of the blue, when I least expected to find love. Great poem! A good person like you will find a really great guy, I have o doubt. *hugs*


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

You know, Bobbi, the last couple of years I had to get real, meaning there was no longer room in my life for superficial. It was hard for me, I'm ashamed to say, because so much of the life for women in the workplace revolved around how one looked, remaining competitive by maintaining a persona (faking if necessary) youth, energy, health and a killer instinct. I've discovered I can live honestly happy with a lot fewer things I once felt I needed, when I stopped pretending. Survival meant a serious overhaul. I amazed myself at my powers of self-sufficiency and my strength. I've met a number of men that I realize are much weaker than I. It was an awakening that took me by surprise when I realized I was taking better care of myself than they were capable of. One in particular, always spoke to me like I was an idiot. He had all kinds of advise for me, yet wasn't able to be self-sufficient, always depending on others to support his ass. Bobbi, recently, my mother said something I thought I'd never hear. She told me how extremely proud she is of me for my resourcefulness, intellect and ability to maintain, on my own, under trying circumstances. Real love, like you and Steve share, in sickness and in health, in good times and bad, is the best, no doubt. Part of my strength is my ability to still be open to the possibility. But, if it never happens for me, I am fine with that, too. I will survive, in fact, I am more than surviving on my own. I am loving it.

Thank you so much, Bobbi, for visiting and leaving your inspiring thoughts. The painting is coming along, slower than I'd like, but awesome, nonetheless, as I help my mother often, as well as my daughter. I wore out a small detail brush (it was down to one-hair!), which I recently replaced, and with winter on the horizon, I'll be spending more time finishing it soon. Just so you and Steve know, I haven't forgotten. Sending love from St. Lou to the both of you


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Tom Koecke 4 years ago from Tacoma, Washington

When the daffodils bloom in their splendor, so many other flowers await their turn. By the time the beautiful mums arrive, most flowers are dead having already spent their day in the sun. And, though that may be true, we can hold on to the memory of the majesty of the rose complete with the thorns that sometimes hurt us when we seek its beauty to have for our own.

I cannot help but believe that there is poetry in your art based on how much art there is in your poetry.

I once knew a lady who seemed perfect. One day she told me, "you know I am not the most beautiful woman in the world." Until then, I had not realized it. She wondered if we were compatible. I told her that I did not think myself worthy of her. After a couple dates, she agreed.

I sometimes wonder if she still does not see her perfection despite the possibility she is not the most beautiful woman in the world.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

You've left me a beautiful gift, wrapped in many layers, like multi-colored translucent, tissue paper that I carefully read and re-read to surround myself in the perfume of this rose. And my first inclination is, like the "perfect" woman you know that tells you she is not the most beautiful, I think I do not deserve your gift. Then, when I re-read your words, I realize that you chose to leave it for me, because you feel I deserve these beautiful words. Thank you, Tom, for your profoundly provocative wisdom. Your final line is excruciatingly meaningful and hits just like the poetry in motion that it is. I am honored by the words you've left for me to ponder. Thank you

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