From a fine little Cottage by the Shade of a Tree,
In a Garden we'd sit by the Settling of the Sun,
Theres a Hutch with a Rabbit for the Children to Love,
And a glass of the Grape now the Eve has begun.
I would see a far Spire amongst the Swelling green Dales,
Where the Shadows of Clouds sweep over the grey Lake
Through the flaming Red Boughs that dip to a Well,
That Partner the calls of the Curlew and Drake.
With Tea cleared away and our friends being Home,
Now laughter and talk since taken it's flight, It's just you next to me, and the Silence of Now,
The Bristling of Day into the Calming of Night.
There you sit all complete in a bright Yellow dress,
Your feet in the grass , the dying light in your Hair,
But as I open my eyes to the truth of it all-
I'm alone in this life and you never were there.
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Author:
Kevin Hulme (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A lonely man ponders his life and the what if's .
- Category: Reflection
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This poem is most charming in its wording and rhyme it evokes a fanciful feeling so lovely. It is light and almost fairytale like and I can hear it as a song. It is musical in nature and a definite fave
As always: Thank you for Reading and your generous Comments.
You are most welcome
Great picture you paint there, Kevin. I almost felt I was in your place. But I hopped out fast when I hit the last line. It reminded me of several times in my past, and I definitely did not want to go back there. Happy where I am now. Where that last line situates you should be the motivation to rear up and do something about it - good luck and best wishes.
Thank you for Reading. Happy you liked it.
It's not really about me . Just using my Imagination about someone in that Position.
Again Thanks.
Kevin, there’s something beautifully deceptive in this…you build this peaceful, lived-in world so naturally, detail by detail, that it feels settled and true…then that final turn pulls the ground out completely. It lingers in a quiet way that doesn’t let go. Powerful write, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you for Reading. Glad you enjoyed it.
You are most welcome, Kevin.
You got me at the end, imagery superb, I wish you to find her someday. 💜
It's not really about me. Just using my Imagination as we do.
Thank you for Reading.
Gentle and vivid—this builds a warm, pastoral dream with real sensory care, then quietly collapses it into absence.
The grit is in that final turn: beauty imagined fully, then revealed as loneliness still sitting in the room.
Thank you for your message and Reading.
beautiufl flight of imagination - hope the lonely person finds a soulmate..
He can but hope. Thank you for Reading.
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