as I sit in yonder peaceful place
i struggle well to recall your face
for it was your soul that invited me to play
then body cloaked
swiftly turned away
a dance for one…
i stand along a foreign shore
as winter approaches I reflect ever more
of hope laced dreams
as numbered as the sands
now only fine grit grains
sift inert through my hands
as you swim for mermaids…
i lay beneath a tumbled cloud
my body constricted in lavender shroud
with fate’s call yet taunting my mind
her spoken whispers are to be left behind
with a final breath…
Now this is an intriguing piece, in the first verse I can’t decide if the writer was teased/led on, expecting the deep feelings to be reciprocated but were not. Then my fave line ‘swim for mermaids’, in my mind I see someone searching for idealistic perfected and therefore unobtainable love. The whole piece reads like this… ‘Oh ! maybe ?, I wonder if ? Ahh this is great !’ The magic of a piece like this is the old imagination/intellect thing of mine. The beauty of the words and the possibility of personal interpretation draw me back for more reads.
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It’s always a pleasure to read your contemplations Sir Nigel! It even makes me reconsider aspects of my writing. Thank you, ’twas a little “tumbler” this one 🙂
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Beautiful macro, Diana. I so love raindrops. A haunting, intriguing poem, too 🙂
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Oh thanks Pete! I think we are the only folk to get excited by rain these days, and the chunkier the drops the better! Have a wonderful weekend 😊
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I like to listen to the sound of rain falling, also, especially at night when in bed, it is so relaxing. But I hope it remains dry this weekend though 🙂 Thank you, and a wonderful weekend to you too, Diana! 🙂
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beautiful poem with deep meaning. I loved it.
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I very much appreciate you visiting and reading Rekha, and of course your kind comment ❤️
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:-)<3
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A tale of paths crossing and diverting. The excitement, the discovery, the expectations – not met… the loneliness taking over again. The memories fading and the final parting. It feels like it is more than just an earthly good bye though. I may be interpreting through the lines, but the “lavender shroud” and the “final breath” read stronger than just a metaphor for the loss of a bond. It is a very strong piece you wrote here. Your words are flowing as beautifully as ever, with a tragic thread woven in the fabric of your lines.
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To write, and to receive a reply rich with such thought means everything. I’m so grateful to be read by you ❤️
Of course you are right, this is a very tragic piece. I can only re-read it when in a good mood 😌
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When writing captures pain, it freezes it and you feel it almost as vividly as you did when it touched you first. It is my pleasure to read you, D!
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I feel a profound connection with you dear heart. Treasure your words 😌
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I treasure yours too ❤
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Oh this is so beautiful ☺️
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