like autumn leaves
naked
brittle
and
frail
strewn against their will
by whispers of winter
so too her thoughts of him
lying long dormant
naked
brittle
and
frail
strewn against their will
by whispers of winter
so too her thoughts of him
lying long dormant
now weave their way
on the winds of time
into her days and nights
days without light
nights without end
without him
leaving her heart
naked
brittle
and
frail
like autumn leaves
on the winds of time
into her days and nights
days without light
nights without end
without him
leaving her heart
naked
brittle
and
frail
like autumn leaves
.
.
.
[re-posted from words unspoken]
[re-posted from words unspoken]
8 comments:
So sad!
Wow! You have to include this one in the book, Gypsy. Love it.
Days without light, nights without end, without him....it's 4:51 a.m in my country and Im commenting your poem, I perfectly know what you mean. It's beautifull to feel identify in someone else words. Nice blog Gypsywoman ;-)
yes, sad perhaps, alex - but think of all those who never had those "moments with him" about which to be later sad! i am one of the lucky few! i have had moments! ;)
so glad you like, trish - this is one of those just done literally in seconds as i sat watching the winds of winter blow huge mounds of fragile brown leaves around out my window - thank so much for the kind words of support, lady!
hello, anne - so wonderful to have you come by from so far away! ;) and to leave such kind words - yes - it is wonderful to identify in the words of another - and to know that others do in our own words - and i thank you for that - please come again soon - oh, i'm wondering if i missed a translation button over at your blog? where it can be translated into english? ;)
Painfully beautiful.
thanks, pat - ahhh, such is the way of love at times, right?! ;)
but it really is better to have loved and have been loved than not! ;)
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