the hazey dreams of Janice

dusk arising

 

 

across the meadow
.         where it gently fell
.                to meet the waters edge
were the once lived
.         hazy dreams of Janice
.                 and those nights
of a summer past.

 

on downs above the avon
.          bright balloons
.                 paint evening's sky
two hearts here strolled
.           ever hand in hand
.                  neath their love's
pale moon and stars

 

 .          caught in the echo of yesterday
 .          joyous laughter haunts night's still air
 .          a gentle sail strokes the mists below
 .          as fingers once stroked her hair

 

the morning dew
.            finds now sad regret
.                   a body cold laid still
a candle's flame
.            once burned so bright
.                   lost to love
and a broken heart

  • Author: dusk arising (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 24th, 2022 00:11
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  • Goldfinch60

    Beautiful emotive words d a.

    Andy

    • dusk arising

      Thank you Andy, the avon in my piece is the one beneath Brunel's bridge at clifton.

    • Rozina

      A lovely composition.

    • L. B. Mek

      love the tempo
      that subtle ebb n flow
      where your words
      emulate
      your sighs and exhales of heavy, impassioned breath
      while inking, these seemingly therapeutic words
      (or at least in my imagination)
      a great read, dear Poet
      really enjoyed, taking my time
      to savour the unfolding of each line
      to find the right reading pace
      and squeeze out
      the very most out of such a cathartic, reading experience

      • dusk arising

        You raise a very important point there LBM. The pace at which a piece is read makes all the difference. You're right that this piece does benefit from being read slowly with spaces to emphasise the atmosphere. But how can we dictate how a piece should be read without giving it a score as in a piece of music.... not really a starter. I'm sure a true poet will feel an appropriate pace for a given piece and in all probability return to it's beginning once they have established this in mind.
        Thank you for your very relevant thoughts here.

      • Michael Edwards

        Paints a sad picture - so evocative.

        • dusk arising

          Thanks ME. Easy for me because romance always results in sad failure of one sort or another LOL

        • FallenAngel1πŸ•Š

          Halls of otherness,within the depths of beyond and now the hazy dreams of Janice,..I think you should call the fire department,it appears your muse is on fireπŸ˜‰βœŒοΈπŸ•Š

          • dusk arising

            I dunno about being on fire but she was away, couldn't be found anywhere, for quite a long time. Looks like shes being a typical woman now and just wont shut up!

            • FallenAngel1πŸ•Š

              LmaoπŸ˜‚

            • Paul Bell

              This is so raw, and the image stark.
              Yet the summer still beholds, Janice, and that leaves a smile for the broken-hearted.

              • dusk arising

                I do love to pen a good sob story now and again. I could picture this one so very easily taking place on clifton heights above the avon in bristol. Who was the mystery lover and why was she broken hearted...... the answer is in the mist..... I'm sure I dont have an answer to those questions.

                • Paul Bell

                  I'll take Janice off your hands then, she sounds like a goer.

                  • dusk arising

                    LOL by all means mate.... P.S. she's dead, died in the last stanza.

                    • Paul Bell

                      Probably why she never turned up. lol

                    • Doggerel Dave

                      Romantically tragic, dusk.
                      Much entertaining informative value in your responses to commentary also.

                    • Neville



                      this is quite simply brill mate & no kiddin .. N



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