A tale of awakening.
Yesterday-Thoughts.
Met once, in the harbour of need,
She found a soul she thought was akin
To her own, lonely and bleeding
For want of love, and she felt it begin.
For a while days took on the glow
Of feeling alive, blew away mists
Of dull disillusion, knowing
He mattered more than his kisses.
Distance became a mutual
Sore, and as never before tears
Began staining her hours, duty
Bound her and she became fearful.
Pouring out verses of angst served
To assert her desperation
She survived, but control, reserved
For good writing was essential
And gone now, she wanted no more.
Sleep failed her, she was assailed
With sickness she'd not known before
And vivacity became veiled.
Now looked at, her yesterday-thoughts
Brought back miserable night-black times,
When her words scribed non-action, taught
Nothing but how to keep whining.
Lost love held the winning hand, truth
Was labelled by her own longing.
Compassionate chores wore duty
Reluctantly, rhymes spun sad songs.
But her soul saw a more hopeful rest.
She found life demands detatchment,
Then phrases write themselves sensibly
And acceptance of "now" enraptures.
Yesterday's thinking was halted,
Captured in poetic forethought.
Fay you have excelled here, so well crafted, xx
Fay, your last stanza says it all in this wise write. What we give to life is what we receive...nothing more nothing less
Brilliantly crafted poem!
excellent piece Fay....loving the vividness of this poem...
exceeds amazing fay bookmarking
Well written piece about the internal tussle remembering the past things!
Fay you are the true word specialist....this wistful write is truly eloquently done and leaves the reader with a strong desire to re-read it ...
Beautiful reminiscence of thoughts well written
wow. She found life demands detatchment. tears from the centre of my heart seek release from my eyes as i read this. wow