Like a rabid wolf
With my yellow eyes ablaze
Slathering at the mouth
Deep in the dark wood
I followed your forest trail
Far away from home
I searched all over
A game that we used to play
All those years ago
How foolish we were
Young love living in our world
One of our making
Swimming in the ocean
Dancing in cherry blossoms
Kissing your pink lips
Playing foolish games
Wrapped up completely in love
The future far off
Until one day you've gone
And I cannot track you down
Where have you hidden?
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How quickly the future comes. We think it is far off, and then it is here and gone....in the blink of an eye.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely fantastic! Bravo :D
ReplyDeletexoxo
the sadness of lost young love. This is so poignant
ReplyDeleteOh! Transcience. The cherry blosssom once again symbolizes fleeting joy in life. I love your poem and the narrator you chose here! And I thank you for leaving such a thoughtful comment on my poem!
ReplyDeleteWhere is she? Was she gone when the blossoms disappear? Your yearning is felt here, Robin.
ReplyDeleteSo many superb directions and possibilities in this poem...The future which just slips past, while we are busy living..A love that simply fades..A lost hope...
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I wonder if an online search would disclose the missing one's location? Hmm, maybe not. I have some cousins I haven't seen for years, and nobody seems to know where they are, including me.
ReplyDeleteTracking down first love...sweet :)
ReplyDelete"This too shall pass." An idea that is sometimes comfort, sometimes it's just painful when we would prefer that time stand still. Love your thoughts and your writing here.
ReplyDeleteThis is rich with the sentiment of longing and searching...beautifully rendered.
ReplyDeleteSuch sweet memories.
ReplyDeleteMy heart leaped with joy when I saw the photo, and I had to smile at your words about the rabid wolf. You can take the woman out of the wild but you cant take the wild out of the woman, LOL. As I read on, so sweet those memories of your happiness with your wife....and then the sad loss. Beautiful memories, Robin. I know how you miss her. Maybe especially at cherry blossom time?
ReplyDeleteI can feel the sadness in the lines..memories of dancing in cherry blossoms and trying to connect with what once was...
ReplyDeletebeauty fades leaving sadness so well captivated in your poem...
ReplyDeleteGreat juxtaposition of such different themes,the wolf and the blossom, in your poem. Inspired (as is the photo prompt!)
ReplyDeleteI hate the feeling of losing something...the frustration of looking and looking and not finding what we need...i hope she returns...
ReplyDeleteHow sad for the young lost love ~ Good one, smiles ~
ReplyDeleteIt's strange how some people seem to vanish. You know they're out there somewhere, but they can't be googled, can't be found via mutual friends...it's enough to make you wonder if the original friendship ever existed at all.
ReplyDeleteQuite captivating. First love. Lost love. Always nudge the memories even at the strangest hours and we never kind of get over them.
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The finding and loss of d first love, so very like the beauty of the blossom.
ReplyDeleteNever give up, never, So moving.
ReplyDeletebut you have those beautiful memories to follow on a sun kissed day.
ReplyDeleteBeauty worth putting into verse Robin :)