The Holy smoke........ by *ámú*

I Lost it Though......

It was a moment’s sigh, a whisper,
a phantom thought so shrouded
in uncertainty I did not recognize it
until it was gone among the waning
echoes of my doubts.
On guard was my heart’s sentry,
vigilant and proud! I took the days
delight and without a fight
I took retreat,
to watch instead the ivy grow
within my garden walls.
Never did I think your
hand's caress or tender words
could for a moment mean
a sincere thing.
For in the spring all fairies conspire
and spells are cast to put hearts on fire,
only to be doused in summer rain
never growing into trust and hope. I knew
it well and sure, and thus denied
a fleeting wish, a wisp of prayer,
that your eyes conveyed
not just the blue of heaven but the promise
that love can abide among uncertain things.
It was there, shimmering in passions precious glow;
I lost it though….

Published March 19, 2011 Write a comment
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erik99
Technically speaking, an intriguing piece, with its almost prose beginning merging into informal rhyming (delight/fight, etc.). The idea of "retreat" comes across as an almost religious experience, and "watching the ivy grow" emphasises the enclosing walls to your new life. I am not usually keen on using the last line as a title, as it tends to give too much away, but here it works well, since we don't know at the outset what it implies.
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Keith Robinson
If Kierkegaard were a bard...
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Nikunj
What is. Yours shall come back ..seasons do change and change for better. There is an uncanny depth in your verses and I must say that. This poems touches the heart ...
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Karin Anderson
A heartfelt write Susan where observation and forethought could have saved you from insincerity. I always love the imagery in your poems and I really like "for I knew that in the springs all fairies conspire and spells are cast and hearts are on fire, only to be doused by summer rain". The photo you have chosen is wonderful!
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Mike
Dammmm... I like happy endings...
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Sandra Martyres
Very well crafted Susan... you express your regrets in superb verse..I particularly liked the closing lines
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Susan Jarvis
Such trepidation, rising hope... and loss - a poem that touches the heart with its affecting message.
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