This Time.
Holed with vermillion stars November's
near-night spreads eerie welcome over
my slow returning-here footsteps
and bounded by heathering hills gentler
decades strike ache in my heartstrings
as roots sink into home's velvet skin.
This time, smelling remembered aroma
of moorland's lavender fringes while
twilight's finger striates late sky
my wanderer's eyes close in tune with
known coastal sounds as ocean below
cliffs pounds rock into sandy coves.
At last beauty of quiet pierces too long
an absence, punctures stale failure and
I ask why, when once abandoned
for wealth or ambition's control do feet
turn again to childhood's ever familiar
where adult greets tender ghosts
and previous pleasures begin to unroll.
Now regret mingles with frenetic years
as busy yields when nostalgia takes
stress to results which wholly appeal,
so this time - - I know I must stay.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Good write Fay. As I say, not being near the sea, often I only get as far as the duck pond in the park!
Bodies of water whereever they are have much to offer when we are feeling in need of calm dear friend. Thank you for the visit and comment.
When we find those places of calm, peace and love in our lives we keep returning to them and then comes that day when we stay at that place.
Wonderful words once more Fay.
Andy
I entirely agree dear Andy - - keep returning until you know where you find the best place for peace.
The romance of a land which has captured our heart will, upon a long awaited return, comfort our nostrils with a welcoming "where have you been, did you miss me as much as i have missed you?"
Nothing compares with a return to the environment which relaxes, comforts and reassures you. Unconditional love.
A place to really be.
Your welcome visit and read always leaves s nugget of wisdom dear friend and this time is no exception........... my thanks as ever.
Indeed, we have so many 'such Times' piled up aside those ghosts of yesteryear haunts,
a deep breath, closed eyelids and back we traverse through those landmark sounds and images: sweet time's that yield todays sad smiles, or dark time's that yield our bravery's stiff-upper-lips and those once forgotten time's whose brief remembrance elicit melancholic sighs...
waves upon memory's shore line, visiting with the coming tide and escaping with that dawn of belated realisation,
brilliant write Fay!
thank you for inspiring me to scribble a little reply
Thank you so much L.B. for this really poetic in-put to This Time - so pleased the read inspired you to such a inspiring comment.
This time and every time - they are all top notch dear Fay
Ah - - you spoil me my friend - - but thank you a load for your continued support of my poetic efforts.
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