“How can I be reasonable? To me our love was everything and you were my whole life. It is not very pleasant to realize that to you it was only an episode.”
― W. Somerset Maugham
After a break from Poets United due to life and work getting in the way of poetic musings, I return with this my offering for the Midweek Motif theme of “Autumn”.
― W. Somerset Maugham
After a break from Poets United due to life and work getting in the way of poetic musings, I return with this my offering for the Midweek Motif theme of “Autumn”.
Autumn Adieu
An autumn afternoon,
Mellow, golden, crisp;
You and I, smiling, whispering
Our arms lightly touching.
Our glasses full of wine,
Mellow, golden, crisp;
You and I, sipping, savouring,
Our feet entangled below the table.
The garden room deserted,
Quiet, serene, intimate;
We two, the last lunch customers
Make the most of this perfect afternoon.
Our eyes meet and our looks
Quiet, serene, intimate;
The silence between us comfortable
As violet evening approaches.
An Autumn evening,
Cold, dark, drizzly;
The silence broken finally, by your words:
Friendly, logical, final, delivered with a smile.
Alone, now as night falls,
Cold, dark, drizzly;
The silence now, ominous, frightening –
And a long, frigid Winter surely follows a golden Autumn…
Such beautiful words and imagery.
ReplyDeleteThe rhythm in this poem--with looong alternated with staccatto--grabs me, and makes the encroaching winter cold, indeed.
ReplyDeleteThe silence now, ominous, frightening –
ReplyDeleteAnd a long, frigid Winter surely follows a golden Autumn
All the good things in life must end! If only it doesn't at all! Welcome back Nicholas!
Hank
Oh the rejection notice delivered with a smile. Sad but beautiful poem. Relationships that are not mutual are disastrous. Sad but beautiful poem....You have been missed Nicholas. Welcome back !
ReplyDeleteNice analogy of abandonment
ReplyDeletemuch love...
Really loved this. The repetition worked so well, and the contrasts were a great metaphor for autumn into winter.
ReplyDeleteLovely to see you, Nicholas. This poem tells a very sad story. Winter does look bleak in such situations. I take comfort in fireplaces, hot chocolate and books! Oh, and fuzzy blankets!
ReplyDeleteSurely there is something beautiful about winter too, although it may be difficult to see at first glance.
ReplyDeleteMellow golden crisp...true of Autumn noons then, quiet, serene, intimate...how passionate...and
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cold dark grizzly... wow what a poem of truth and insight. I loved every word of it.
How sad this is, Nicholas, but how beautiful. Lovers who become friends after breaking up is perhaps even more difficult to cope with than lovers who end it all and never see each other again. I love the way you have used each second line twice... Wonderful poem!
ReplyDeletesad but beautifully written A stunning poem
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