Specialness.
Ten buttercup summers ago
woven- gilt strands spiraled above
dual attraction,
moments fanned friendship
into smoke of commitment and
passion strewed
petals on beginnings of romance.
Five lilac seasons back we
picked scented happiness when,
defences fallen,
meadows of floral nectar ended
aloneness and love
waltzed thru' former convention
without any note
of doubtful retreat or regret.
Two hollyhock years gone
seeds hidden in needy hearts
took root and bloomed
as we breathed aromas of total
oneness until,
coffined in fathomless shock,
happenings flattened
hope's dreams of contentment.
A grief ago winter's cold
wilted growth, buried treasure
and brought an end
to love's beautiful garden, yet
rainbowed in memory
those flowers still hold colours
of our very specialness.
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Fay Slimm. (
Offline) - Published: January 31st, 2018 03:27
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A fine write Fay. I did a similar but unrefined poem: 'Meanwhile ten pork-pie-and-sherry Summers ago.....' heehee.
hello fay , this is very beautiful 🙂 i love how you have used seasons and flowers .. to describe love and its ending . even when winter has appeared and spring / summer has disappeared we are still left with the memories of those beautiful days, those beautiful flowers, scents . i love this ending '' rainbowed in memory
those flowers still hold colours'' even when a flower wilts, dies and loses its colours, we have got to remember when it was colourful , alive and hold onto that ... this is so lovely fay , i have saved it to my favourites, an enjoyable read which i actually read a few times lol
Many thanks Charlotte for this much appreciated comment - - it was a special poem to write and I am so pleased you liked the use of the seasons to describe the beauty found in a relationship - - thank you too for putting the piece among your favourites.
Fay - beautifully written - you have painted the solace of nature like a work of art.
Yes nature has solace dear Lorna and thank you for pointing this wonderful fact out after reading my posting today. I am so grateful you got something of a painted picture of blossoming love from the poem.
I love how you call everyone "dear" - you must be sweet.
The imagery and analogy of love, loss and seasons is amazing. Such a great write. I agree with previous comments - should get 10 stars and is definitely a favorite of mine!
Most grateful for your read and the comment dear Trystan and for including this tribute to love's beautiful seasons of bloom in your favourite list.
A lesson in metaphor and suggestion - great read Fay.
Good that you found its use of metaphor so helpful Michael - I wondered if anyone would even understand the word I altered and chose for the title............. poetic licence of course.
Wonderful write
Thank you Tony - a most encouraging word to use after reading the poem -- glad you found something wonderful for you within its lines.
Welcome
Quite quite beautiful and very moving. You'll know from my occasional pieces i too look back upon such wonderful times and your words today took me to those times and places. It was a great joy to reminisce warmed by the grace of your words. Sraight into my favourites.
Your warm and understanding comment shows love left the very same wonderful colours of specialness to your heart too my friend. So so pleased you found beauty and comfort in reading and reminiscing. xx
Beautiful write Fay, counting the time in flowers gives a wonderful imagery.
That picture goes perfectly with your beautiful poem, Fay! While the last stanza is sad, that sadness is offset by all the beauty before and the very special last four lines! Beautiful!
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