Sunday, May 10, 2015

In the dark woods


I lay in the dim dark woods
Looking at the sky above
Clouds racing southward
Remembering you

Surely twenty years have passed
All that time without your love
My fingers touch the soil
No consolation

I recall you leaning on me
Your warm breath on my cheek
What a purple patch for us
That time we made love

Oh what a donkey I am
To think I can find you again
In this sweet hollow
Of mystic pleasures

My feeble brain recalls
A pestilence of memories
For if you treat love lightly
It will disappear

Image found at www.driftingclouds.org




10 comments:

  1. Such a sad story. Well wordled.

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  2. My comment disappeared. Hm! Well written!

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  3. This unfolds like the best of fairy tales..so real they hurt...

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  4. A sad love story wonderfully penned.

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  5. Everything needs to be nurtured to survive !

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  6. You wove those words together well.

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  7. Very good use of the words. I love seeing where different poets go with the same words. Beautiful photo as well.

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  8. ah.....you are forever the romantic!

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  9. You end with great words of wisdom: love treated lightly will disappear. Yes, that's the way of it.

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