Saturday, January 30, 2016

I'm all alone now




We had crossed the bridge
Nature cast her spell on us
As it always did

It was not yet fall
We could drink in late summer
Her signs of plenty

Wild roses still bloomed
My Clare looked so beautiful
Following the trail

At the running stream
She shed her shoes to paddle
Held tight lest she fall

Birds swooped down to drink
She then smiles right back at me
My own woodland sprite

Special was her flair
To tease me so with her eyes
But that's over now

A line has been drawn
So spare just one thought for me
All those years ago

Beauty lasts of course
But I couldn't hold on tight
I'm all alone now

Image found at www.someplacewild.com

26 comments:

  1. Clare the woodland sprite..she sounds lovely.

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  2. Alone with memories and dreams...i can understand that... at least you dipped a toe in good streams...Clare is a fair and golden maiden for sure :) I can feel how she swept through these words like magic

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  3. She sounds magical. A really sweet and warm poem.

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  4. how far away seems late summer and her signs of plenty and how sad that the line is drawn - very moving!

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  5. I think with such a memory you will always have it inside of you, and such a moment is something special.

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  6. in the wood you're never really along.

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  7. Ah, but hopefully those beautiful memories will forever remain!

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  8. the letting go even though unwillingly return the bliss of this poem to it world of yin and yang balance

    a lovely haiku sequence

    have a good SUnday

    much love...

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  9. You are never alone with memories like those. A delightful and whimsical piece indeed.

    Visit Keith's Ramblings!

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  10. Beautiful how this series flows you have captured the essence of her being..while we cannot hold on physically we can hold on to the sweet memories. They are a treasure for you.

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  11. Oh the beautiful haunting memories tinged with sadness now....beautiful images in your words Robin!

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  12. Loneliness is often made more painful when compared to the happy memories of companionship.

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  13. So moving and nostalgic, Old Egg. I can see that flirtatious teasing of her eyes.......her smile....and feel the aloneness. But such beautiful memories to hold close.

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  14. I over-the-top, insanely love this portrayal of such a thin slice of delicious time. It's worth the pain, don't you think?

    Really, so beautiful.

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  15. Sweet, and vividly evoked, as always. A delight to enter into.

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  16. A tender and wistful piece. Lovely writing!

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  17. Beauty lasts of course
    But I couldn't hold on tight
    I'm all alone now

    those three lines did it for me. I hope your dreams come true soon. :) thanks for the comment on my poem. It moved me by its depth and insight. appreciate it.

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  18. Sprites. Notorious for slipping away.

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  19. How fascinating ... a very beautiful though melancholic write .. Bastet

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  20. Beautiful, this memory of Claire. I like how you expand this moment to the magnitude of your love and the pain of now being alone. Lovely write. I enjoyed reading this so much.

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  21. Some memories just refuse to be discarded from one's system. When it comes to a loved one especially!

    Hank

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  22. Touching one ! And I liked it
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  23. I see why it is so nostalgic, it feels so natural, so true...

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