Abating.
Now summer is blighted
a quieter air takes control
as green becomes autumn-imbued.
I follow the lead of change,
basking in glassy-topped sheen
of meandering tide that windless
creeps up the now crowd-less beach.
I while an hour away,
walking the adder-striped
wave-ridged sand furrows and
wading through shallows of low tide
warm pools feeling like those long-ago
where we splashed fun over our meetings.
Heartache tho' abating
partners all my exploring
and recalls every kiss taken
before solo beach walking.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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I think you bring forth the fact that we romantic poets are never alone whilst walking and daydreaming as you describe today on your beach. Something of past loves stays within our joyous hearts. Oh we wonder whether we are fools imagining if they too dream of the past but I know that they do too in similar times.
After all, love is joy at its purest and who among us does not recall such joys of byegone days.
Your words took me to the sunny beach days I have shared and enjoyed knowing that such memories are shared too, somewhere, sometime.
You are so right my friend - - we who are sensitive are never alone as love can be with us whereever we are. Thanking you dearly for your perceptive comment.
A fine write Fay.
Thank you dear Orchi.
A beautiful picture to accompany this beautiful poem. It evokes a dreamscape of precious memories, lingering in wakefulness. Lovely write dear friend.
Ah - am glad you enjoyed the image - I had hoped it would accent the message the verse tried to convey -- Thank you and much appreciated dear Bella for your kind comment.
Wonderful romantic words Fay, walking alone with the beach and with Nature can be so uplifting.
Andy
I thought walking with nature is the thing to do when faced with any loss of romance - -- Thanking you Andy for your continued support.
Lovely gentle words fay 🙂 I liked reading your poem
Thank you dear friend - - am so pleased you liked reading the verse.
I note that there are some lines herein that will without doubt now be as firmly imprinted upon my memory as Daphne du Maurier's mackerel skies have been imprinted .. I just love 'Abating' .. x
You are so so kind but dont stop cos I like it.......... and oh wow fancy putting me on par with the fame of Du Maurier eh ? --- so humbly appreciative and loads of thanks Nev..............x
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