Not Yet.
Autumn does not leave your mind, like a threshed
meadow you lie
expectant of that falling day when he had
to go on his way
and you whisper his name.
Waiting does not leave your eyes, a pregnant look
bright with aliveness
deadens as the horizon you view, knowing
he cannot come
to you in flesh ever again.
His voice has not yet left your hearing as wishes
know it merely half-sleeps
and with the first secret daydream when
his name you repeat
memory drowns grief's pain.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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So evocative of the thoughts and feelings of someone in this position - great stuff Fay
Beautiful write Fay, but sad. I would've used "evocative" but it's been used twice! Full of emotion! Thanks for sharing.
Beautiful emotive write Fay.
Beautiful expression of lost love, Fay!
Thanks for sharing FAY ~ Memories are indeed made of this. Your Memories of your Beloved Partner are very very dear to You and also become dear to us as you have the grace to share them ~ THANK YOU. Yours as ever ~ BRIAN I love the pathos in the visual ~ thank you ~ B.
Fay, you captured the feelings, the emotions perfectly. Great choice of words too. A very beautiful poem!
Beautiful and really moving. Into my favourites.
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