Losing You.
Perhaps ours was not a usual love,
the sort that demands continual proof,
fervour which naught can cool or drown,
the fierce passion that willingly lays down
its needs for another's approval, no our own
affection was something written in lighter tone.
Ours had the keenness of separate
beings enjoying share of time together,
reaching for comfort found hand in hand
when trouble meant need of understanding,
yes our connection led us to friendship's corner,
where choice was honoured and respect afforded.
Yet love was there,
it grew with care
of each for each,
so in losing you
death, of a sort
took me too.
-
Author:
Fay Slimm. (
Offline) - Published: June 25th, 2021 02:00
- Comment from author about the poem: Written a while back but still has nostalgic meaning for me - -- hope you enjoy the read.
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 67
- Users favorite of this poem: Accidental Poet, Doggerel Dave, Jerry Reynolds, Saxon Crow.
Offline)
Comments9
A mature love beautifully described and such a sad loss.
And all so well compacted into a uniform shape resembling a small shrub in a pot.
Today we see you very much alive and aware of the beauty surrounding us. Death has not taken you from this wonderful world.
A mature love indeed can make a relationship unforgettable - thanks dear Dusk for your input to my view on losing a closeness often hard to obtain in this indifferent world of today.
A very beautiful write Fay. ; )
A thanking you muchly for both the read and the lovely comment A.P.
To me this is less about the kind of mystical thing that gets called love far too often, but about a deep and abiding care and respect which transcends anything which might be fleeting and can only be ended by external circumstance.
I confess to be totally caught by your well rounded account, Fay.
Oh I am so pleased the read gave you opportunity to share this perceptive comment on need for loving care and respect in a growing relationship Dave where love has that special experience of depth . Thanks a lot for your expressive comment.
Love is that 'something' which gives acceleration to life, even after losing someone....
So true Prem -- love like your comment describes cannot die.
Beautiful, Fay.
Dusk saw a shrub in a pot; I saw a lamp through some tears.
Everyone sees a different facet when love has central stage - delighted your stopped by for a read my friend.
I so truly believe in your words
It delights me to know my poetic efforts do that for you my friend.
there are, at least in my mind, many kinds of love ... here you have more than adequately poemed several of them and superbly ...
again though, so many of my learned reviewing predecessors have hit the mark with their own take on your very fine offering .... x
Am truly grateful for your stopping by after your hectic day for a read of my posting on different loves Thanking you Nev. - - your encouraging reviews always warm my heart.
Very emotive words Fay, I can totally understand your feelings.
Andy
Yes I thought you would agree dear friend that " love is a many spendoured thing " as the quote says.
https://youtu.be/98pqW8h-sn4
1 more comment
What a beautiful beautiful poem Fay. I feel myself welling up.
Thank you gentle friend for your caring review of the posting - - it must have taken a lot of honesty to confess being near tears after the read
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.