Meadows

MendedFences27

Meadows

 

Green fields of summer:

Rest by the stream

dream of the gone days

when we kissed in the sun

and at night by the fires

with desire overcome.

Envision those gone days

when life fed the young.

 

Green fields of autumn:

Rake the dried leaves

grieve for the gone days

when falsehoods were spun

and the fires smoldered

for the mist had begun.

Recall smoky memories

of things left undone.

 

Green fields of winter:

Rock in your chair

stare at the gone days

with eyes nearly done

as the smoke and the fires

burnt out one by one.

Cling to the gone days

when we kissed in the sun.

 

Greenfields of springtime:

Replete with sad sprays

placed where the days

of summer have gone.

  • Author: MendedFences27 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 26th, 2024 12:25
  • Comment from author about the poem: Re-post from long ago. Found in my files. One that I like, so a bit selfish today,
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 29
  • Users favorite of this poem: sorenbarrett, Doggerel Dave
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  • sorenbarrett

    This poem brought on feelings of the past and the cycle of life as it goes by. The rhyme was subtle and hypnotic leaving me by those meadows of the past and present. I could feel them and see this as a work of art. Very nice

  • Doggerel Dave

    I see you smoothly transitioning through time with past memories trailing in your wake.
    Smooth and complete, Phil.

    • MendedFences27

      Sorry, this thank-you took so long, DD. Thought I'd answered everyone. Meadows as a metaphor for life, in its three stages, and then #4 which is a-coming. Your right about memories. Thay do seem to follow.

    • Tony36

      Love it

      • MendedFences27

        Thanks Tony36, For the time to read and comment

        • Tony36

          You're welcome

        • Dan Williams

          "Recall smoky memories of things left undone" You reading my mail? Good work.

          • MendedFences27

            Thanks Dan, No, I'd never. My mailis so boring I fall asleep and dream.

          • Goldfinch60

            Wonderful words about our seasons Phil.

            Andy

            • MendedFences27

              Thanks Andy, Seasons of life , as seen in a meadow.

            • Neville



              I quite understand your fondness for these fine words .. I enjoyed them too & then some .. well done my friend ..

              • MendedFences27

                Thanks Neville. For being so kind. Your comments are highly regarded by yours truly.



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