Poem -
Semi-Precious Summers
I wonder,
does she ever even notice
these days ..
When she’s passing, that is ..
How the old wisteria
just happens to be weeping
amethysts again ..
Presumably for us
this spring, and throughout
the whole
of our semi-precious summer ..
Just look,
where they lay now ..
And in such pretty little heaps ..
There, beneath
what was once
our bedroom window ..
Yes there, where we made love,
caught laughter,
and even wrote half decent poetry ..
Now though,
a most redundant sanctuary ..
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Comments
Stunning Nev...memories are just that...pain. I hate the word memory...it doesn't do justice to the real live now time fleeting moments relived in full colour, sound and essence that sometimes absolutely ...pierce our souls...with their inevitable loss...again. We can be damaged by ..memories...and I so wish someone would come up with a better word...one that better expresses the whole damaging experience. Least...that's how it is for me.
Christ...I've written an essay...marks please 😆😆 To get back to the point...beautiful and pinned x
You get 10/10 M and the cheque's in the post :) x
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Beautiful words! Marion has written so eloquently on this poem and I agree with her sentiments entirely! The whole poem is fantastic but I adore the line —
Thank you Tina .. in fact, I see I am slacking and really need to thank you both (You & Marion that is) x