Sunlight searches through slits in curtains
Shines upon my face that now wakes me up
I drifted up from my sleeps valley
Gone sweet abyss full of dreams of you
Your soft brown hands strumming the guitar
Sweet words now whispering in my ear
Rushing like a distant waterfall
That sweet tale so true I love to hear
Eager I let my eyes open wide
Searching signs of you to rouse awake
But some dark clouds now shield the bright sun
Patch the sky as they and I start to cry
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Like the image of sunlight searching through slits in the curtain...
ReplyDeleteI particularly love this one, it's so gentle and beautiful. (And I like the guitar and the waterfall.)
ReplyDeleteThis is beautifully raw and palpable, Robin 💞 I could feel every word and emotion. Especially love the idea of words "Rushing like a distant waterfall."💞
ReplyDeletea bitter-sweet awakening - love especially how you " drifted up from my sleeps valley"
ReplyDeleteHeartache well described, Robin.
ReplyDeleteLuv the image of "searching sunlight"
ReplyDeleteMuch♥️love
It is a "gentle tale," of "sunlight searching."
ReplyDeleteI can feel this one....the memories, the reflections, the mourning.
ReplyDeleteThe last stanza nearly broke my heart...
ReplyDeleteThe dark clouds can so much make you remember... it can even glaze soot on a summer's day.
ReplyDeleteOh the dreams and imagery are so romantic and touching Robin....as is the heartache! Beautifully expressed....
ReplyDeleteI can feel the remembering.....and the loss.....love the guitar and waterfall. A beauty, Robin.
ReplyDeleteSeamless use of the given words. Excellent !
ReplyDeleteA poignant memory of a loved one. You've done it so eloquently. ...it's beautiful.
ReplyDeleteSuch a poignant write--Gentle in its sadness---
ReplyDeleteThe final stanza is so sad, it touched my heart.
ReplyDeleteSo sad when sunlight clouds to rain...
Anna :o]
A lovely, tender poem of painful loss and sweet memory. The feelings are palpable, an exquisite capture of grieving.
ReplyDeleteA waterfall of emotions, caught in the elements of dreams and life.
ReplyDeleteI like the gentle flow of your words. The sadness is palpable making me realize even sadness can evoke beauty.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem!
ReplyDeleteStunning ... wonderfully rendered ... beautiful images gently cascading through a tenderly sketched, poignant piece. This is poetry!
ReplyDeleteBut some dark clouds now shield the bright sun
ReplyDeletePatch the sky as they and I start to cry
There are times when good things are stifled in their progress
Hank
oh, you captured the moment you realize it was a dream, and want to return to the dream
ReplyDeleteSweet reveries...
ReplyDeletea gentle yet sad poem at the same time. you captured the loss in the poem very well.
ReplyDeleteA deeply-touching awakening, Robin. You've captured the feeling so well between
ReplyDelete'Sunlight searches through slits in curtains
Shines upon my face that now wakes me up'
and
'...some dark clouds now shield the bright sun
Patch the sky as they and I start to cry'.
Even the heavens weep. Such a strong and true love.
ReplyDeletesmooth flow.
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