Fay Slimm.

Specialness

 

Specialness.

 

Ten buttercup summers ago
woven- gilt strands spiraled above
dual attraction,
moments fanned friendship
into smoke of commitment and
passion strewed
petals on beds of sweet yield.

 

Nine daisy seasons back we
picked scented happiness when,
defences fallen,
meadows of floral nectar ended
aloneness and love
waltzed thru' former convention
without taking note
of doubt's regret or retreat.

 

One winter-grief ago cold
wilted growth, buried treasure
and brought an end
to love's beautiful garden, yet
rainbowed in mem'ry
those flowers still hold a tinge
of that bold fearless 
specialness giving achieved.

 

 

 

 

Comments8

  • orchidee

    A fine write Fay. I hope you won't have to write this about sweet Tessa for years and years!

  • Goldfinch60

    So true Fay, it is one year ago when Joyce passed and those words are so true, I used those words in a poem I wrote and it is hanging on the wall in our dining room, it ends

    "I am learning,
    Learning not to live without her,
    But learning to live with the love,
    The love that she left behind,
    That love she has left for me,
    Just for me."

    Andy

  • L. B. Mek

    'and love
    waltzed thru' former convention
    without taking note
    of doubt's regret or retreat',
    aint it always that way, invading: without warning...
    Brilliant!
    how lucky the recipient of this masterly words of dedication,
    I'm sorry for your loss dear Fay, may your words aid their status of well earned peaceful rest

  • dusk arising

    Beautiful.

    I've taken a long pause having read your poem because it is stunning.
    I have never been so taken with a poem of love as I am today with your creation.
    Never short of words am I but today. Today I am.
    Yes, of course, into my favourites with top billing.

  • Jerry Reynolds

    "Buttercup summers" Wow that is really good Fay.

  • Robert Haigh

    A highly expressive -- and poetic -- write! Well penned!

  • Suresh

    Loved every syllable

  • Neville


    These fine words are both special and splendid in their own write ... and truly too ................................................ x



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