A UNION NOW REGRETTED
He wore his coat with collar high
his shoes sank deep
in whipped cream snow
beneath a leaden sky.
And lost as sward in snow bound meadows
night time feelings
in his wake
are lost in nights oppressive shadows.
With the day her dreams foregone
embraced no more
she sits alone
with just her memories lingering on.
Cold reason in her mind prevails
she wonders now
what lies beyond
within the futures silent veils.
Michael Edwards © March 2017
- Author: Michael Edwards ( Offline)
- Published: March 6th, 2017 00:06
- Comment from author about the poem: Only just completed this one. Like most of my poems it has been written over several day - I kept returning to it, tweaking it, and polishing it. Still might make a few changes before it's finally added to my collection but for what it's worth here it is. Plus a watercolour of a local village - this one used in publicity and fund raising for the Church (used in leaflets etc and sold as cards).
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Comments7
Coo!l Michael. Great job.
Thanks so much - you're up late!!
Yes. I turned in early, but woke up and decided to write a bit. Busy weekend. It is about 5:30 a.m. I think, where you are. Hope you have a great week!
Yes - I'm a very early riser - you too have a great week.
Good write.
Thanks Goldfinch
This is lovely and sad some how, maybe my vision of this is wrong? nice painting too?
No - sad it is . The swine left her after a night in her bed - Grrrrr
I knew something was a rye, you don't mean, slam bam and thank you madam? chow now?
You've got it one - or is it two?
Thanks MICHAEL for the picture & poem ~ both with a touch of melancholy ? Please check my VILLANELLE and my new FUSION on Painters (just posting) Yours BRIAN
Thanks Brian - just made a minor correction by adding an 's' to meadow and shadow.
Wonderfully written and expressed
Thanks Tony
Welcome
Chance encounters. Very well done. Clever innuendo.
Thank you Augustus
He's gone and she's concerned about the future. I have to say that I enjoyed Stanza 1 a great deal. A night leaving, sets the stage for what is to come. Or maybe it's just the "whipped cream snow." Great write. - Phil A.
Thanks Phil. Stanza 1 is my favourite too and it was the quickest to write - wish it was ever thus.
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