- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Loved One
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Click hereThose small and quiet joys -
Each day she'd come in
through the back door
without knocking, bright-
eyed, laughing, young,
her cheeks enough to set
the place aglow, the grey
tiles and the dingy heirlooms -
heavy furniture and chipped
old earthenware - until this
new winter, when the air
turned cold on the village
and new birds of passage
perched on the old ones'
haunts, dark and different,
alluring – there was a fresh
sound, a clean aspect. She wore
a sudden newness
in a look no longer
familiar, a different
brightness, a far-off
smile... The worn track across
the lawn slowly grassed over
after that day.
- COMMENTS
DawnJalmost 12 years agoThe sweetness of the memories of a loved one, juxtaposed with the sadness of the passing of that love, as evidenced by the change in the weather, and the grassing over of the familiar path. Being left behind, "grassed over", passed over...painful, in the face of those "quiet joys" from before. Nicely done!
greenmountaineeralmost 12 years agoVery nice, Demure.
For me, poetry is as much written as aural art. I particularly liked
"brightness, a far-off/smile... The worn track across"
The accentuated pause, .... , felt like a climactic end to the poem for me. It probably would have sounded the same I imagined it.
What a lovely poem in terms of image and (imagined) sound.
demure101almost 12 years agoAuthorThank you SweetOblivion for your editing - I stupidly omitted to mention it when I posted this.
tazz317almost 12 years agothe back door is always open and the path is deep and wide, TK U MLJ LV NV
