Patches of Rosemary
So I went back there
Where we used to live long ago
Our springtime of life
The ghosts were gathered
Memories swarmed unbidden
Edging out today
How fitting it was
Exact place on the hillside
Sharp taste of regret
With patches of rosemary
My tears spilling lasting love
Where I worshipped
you
Oh, that's sad.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem. I like where you took the words.
ReplyDeleteAww, that's sad.
ReplyDeleteVisiting the past with regret is something that I seem to be an expert at, just as the speaker of the poem is. Maybe if s/he crushed that rosemary, the fragrance would take him/her past regret to hope. Maybe.
ReplyDeleteIf only...
ReplyDeleteAh to revisit the springtime of life... seems many of us did that with these words. Well done, OE. Rosemary's pungent scent is captivating.
ReplyDeleteOoooh I can smell the rosemary and taste the tears of regret...lovely - lovely - lovely ....
ReplyDeleteYes..the smell is poignant..i imagine it mixed with tears..i hope there is some comfort in having a place of remembrance..
ReplyDeleteI think we go back to those moments in the hope of changing them or finding another outcome. We can be so silly at times,
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
Very poignant!
ReplyDeleteAw, so sad Old. I was actually just thinking of my late first husband this morning. Some memories are so special and precious, aren't they? Nicely done. :)
ReplyDeleteSorrow filled, but oh so beautiful, Old Egg.
ReplyDeletePamela
A poignant ending indeed.
ReplyDeleteSad love poem.
ReplyDeleteLooking back to the past can be an education though with a tinge of regret thrown in! Nicely Robin!
ReplyDeleteHank
oh, old egg...such longing and love.
ReplyDeleteSad stuff - the longings for yesterday...
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
oh how sad.
ReplyDeletelovely poem, places remind us about past with regrets and not...
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