Old Feelings

The moment was too intimate to keep.
We had to make a compromise with dusk
To keep the blue from entering our bones.
The shadow of old feelings held us fast.

I think some things should never have been said
Over those cups of coffee that we shared.
The warmth of smoke brought all the longing back
To drink the landscape in each other's eyes.

by Sandra Fowler

Comments (4)

I love this poem very much
This is a piece of shite. A purely fascist tool used towards the oppression of the feminine. It is no wonder the minions of Western Society can savor its bitter spite. For the writer to be deemed a poetess of a degree is but proof Western Civilization has succeeded in the genocide of poetry.
This Poem would be a GREAT children's book.
Sweet poem...really very sweet. :)