Part of Me.
Taking the leap, I visit the place where the scent
of our vision remains.
Tracing it , I stand under time and allow its sand
to tumble between moments
Where echoes of feelings and care whisper oceans
of wistful involvement.
Sighing with need that catches the chords of my
heart and attaches
Itself to longing at innermost core, I fasten
a hint of passionate tasting
To sensuous past, and dreams begin hastening
to aid atonement.
Covering the sunlight which once lit our bed
of clandestine love
Are patches of grief, and part of me absconds
to the beyondness we had,
but part will have to remain, circling our ardent
garden of paradise.
We held dear the promise of fate which now skirts
around my resistance
And follows the mundane which will never be able
to meet commitment.
Part of me knows that but part of me still demands
need for consolement.
well said, Fay. beautiful imagery to express the emotional upheaval the end of an affair stirs up. Thank you for showing the courage and honesty to share this.
very touching ...this poem brought a lump to my throat :)
Love gives us happiness and fulfillment but sometimes it also gives us pain and heartaches... Expressive writing Fay... ;)-Misty
Love gives us happiness and fulfillment but sometimes it also gives us pain and heartaches... Expressive writing Fay... ;)-Misty
Absolutely lyrical and springing from the deepest recesses of one's being... The poem expresses the pain of many lovers and the tyranny the past exercises over them...
The splendor of words allowing poets to empty feelings into vats of silent screams...sometimes we feel better, but often just write another poem with or without tears streaming...(Love this passionate verse) Dorothy A Poet Who Loves To Sing
A lovely sentiments of past and still lingers, well narrated. A heartfelt poem in a sense.
Fay this poem makes me take a big sigh for a number of reasons. No matter what happens, we have memories that will alway stay with us and help us to re-live so many moments. I enjoyed this, thanks for sharing.
Emotions and feelings are so well depicted in this very touching write .....
indeed scent of past love affair leads to the world of enjoyment never to be forgotten! But its repetition is in the hands of fate ever! What to do?
Some memories never really leave, we have reminders of them in places we have been, both sad and happy to recall
you have a way of expressing the most intimate inner feelings of estasay and pain... beautifully written.