Wednesday, June 8, 2016

Crying alone

Was it that hard dear
To keep your promise to me
To stay together?

Where have you gone now?
Leaving me to yearn for you
But your love's not lost

In Spring you are here
When the daffodils bloom
My tears are showers

The heat of summer
Stirs the warm scent of your body
For me to yearn for

Now in the Autumn 
Leaves fall that whisper to me
The wind sings your song

Tears are the ocean
Of those who left their loved ones
Who walk by the shore

Was it that hard, dear
To leave me cold in Winter
And crying alone?

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  1. It's hard to accept the hearbreak of a broken committment. The sadness of the abandonement comes through vividly in this poem.

  2. This is so lovely, Robin. I especially love "the wind sings your song" and "Tears are the ocean". Beautiful.

  3. Oh this is beautiful Robin..that opening verse just got me!

  4. Love the progression here! You show that it was hard to leave, she left so much of herself there. Wow. The direct address is lovely and mournful at the same time.

  5. Beautifully penned Robin. The lost, the anguish, the yearning, the presence of remembering. All of which is skewed to the metaphor of seasons

    Much love...

  6. it's so hard to be left over alone...but the vow, that 'till death do us part' was the use of seasons so beautifully here....

  7. To walk away is either hard or easy... i suspect for both parties there are many deep questions to ask - a powerful poem Old Egg..and no easy answers either i'm guessing

  8. How hard it is when we lose someone we love and yearn for. Beautiful words strung across the seasons.
    Anna :o]

  9. This breaks my heart, Robin. It seems in every season there is a reminder of the one who has gone.

  10. Tears are the ocean
    Of those who left their loved ones
    Who walk by the shore

    This is so touching..!

  11. When separated by death there is no choice. When separated by choice aloneness has a different complexion.

  12. I think this is one of my favorite that you have written. Perhaps it's the tears flowing in to the sea of loneliness or perhaps it's the seasons of yearning.