Falling leaves,
season’s passing and
still my heart is longing
for the blossoms
of spring … and,
the warmth of summer …
The new wine
holds no delight for me
too sweet
without aroma
nor harmony …
Still the days grow short
and wandering along
this empty shore-line
I try to define
what love is
or isn’t …
I’ve got no answers,
just a million questions …
I wonder why
promises are never kept
by the ones who woo you …
Seduced
but not abandoned
ah … too bad,
I watch the rain
still
standing by this window sill,
imagining freedom –
walking in the mist
near the lake.
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Ah pauvre Cara, the disillusionment of life, love and what was and no longer is. Je sens ta déception…je t’envoye des gros gros câlins!! xx
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🙂 I was writing this yesterday when the internet disappeared .. yes, life love etc are sometimes a mystery … with a mix of disillusionment, but sometimes things pass on and one forgets.
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or moves on to write about things that are pleasing to the soul.
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Yep … Thanks Oli, knew you’d understand.
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That was so wonderful. Thank you 🙂
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Thanks Richard .. glad you liked it.
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I did 🙂
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wow!
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Ah!
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😉
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Trying out some free verse again — very good, my dear! Was really pulled into this — and while I hurt knowing that you’re experiencing this, it was good to have a kindred spirit in these lines — have spent a lot of time these days trying to sort out love, disillusionment, abandonment ….. and freedom most of all.
sending hugs —-
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Well .. I was reflecting on myself, but also on the hard questions my son asks … like the sense of life … what is love, does it really exist. Frankly speaking there are so many questions but I really don’t have any formulas let alone answers to offer. Thanks for the hugs and I hug you back.
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[Ahhh! Feeling hugged!]
My kiddo is 13 and starting to ask some tough questions — and noticing some awkward things too. Amazing how many doubts a kid can stir up with his innocent questions…..
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Ah .. they ask the questions we asked and decided to put away to think about “later” … the children teach us through their questions.
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A very interesting and evocative piece that is descriptive and sorrowful, yet filled with hope and promise. Wonderful introspection – and I love the line:
imagining freedom –
walking in the mist
near the lake.
just so well done 🙂
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Thanks Pat … I’m happy you enjoyed this poem … the first I’ve written in a while that was 1) promtp free and 2) not a Japanese form … so it was also like a homecoming.
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Glad then that you found it “warm and fuzzy” — if this is the type of homecoming you wanted, despite the subject matter.
Hmmm ….I’m not sure if I’m expressing myself clearly – it’s really early here. (4:30 a.m.)
I hope it was a good writing experience for you. 🙂
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LOL … don’t worry Pat, I understood completely … I do prefer happier subject material, but I’ll take what the muse offers. 🙂
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