Beaujolais Days

By Silver Spun Sand

Mon, 23 Feb 2015
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A tasselled cushion smugly covets
your armchair – dinted, yet, by your form
and the suggestion of a slope of your shoulders...
warm still from you...
 
Beside it – a vase bejewelled by red tulips – 
belying the veil of snow outside, and feel
no rancour, that, as I read the lines you penned, 
your day was obese with sweeping fields of flax, 
and autumn-torched trees...
 
or that, on the sill...last night’s votives 
wept bitter tears on your not coming home
(now dried, in the grizzled glare of morning)
 
albeit, apparently for you, they were ablaze – 
quivering, quavering in a whirlwind of passion. 
 
Jealous, as I am, how can I deny I feel no pleasure
you have eyes to praise them, and inspiration 
enough to write?
 
ooo000ooo
 
Glancing outside, as blue shadows
bow, in homage, to the slipping of the sun
behind the brow of a distant hill, 
 
let this kiss I blow into the ether reach you,
wherever you are, whoever you’re with,
and know it was for you, I lived. 
 
If I were a poet I’d find the words,
the similes, the metaphors...the rhymes,
to tell you so...and yet, don’t 
you always say, Show
don’t tell?
 
And what speaks louder than this?
 
I drink a toast, my dear, my own, my darling, 
your health.  And mine?  Life - death,
much the same from where I'm sitting...
a bitter pill to swallow
 
and how bitter-sweet
the Beaujolais...and
the goodbyes.
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Comments

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Sad hurt, – but maybe she is enjoying her sadness? Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Maybe...who knows?

Many thanks for reading, Rhiannon, and your thoughts.

Tina

 

Submitted by scratch on

A wonderful opening stanza to another affecting poem Tina.  Well done.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thank you, scratch.

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

A thoughtful poem Tina,

The absence of a loved one, expressed so poetically. 

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thanks to you for reading, Jenny. 

Hope your Monday is going OK

Tina

 

Submitted by Starfish Girl on

'If I were a poet I'd find the words.' there you have it Tina, you are indeed a poet and a very good one.

So sad and full of loss, as always lovely images to savour.

Lindy

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thanks, Lindy.  Your words more than appreciated.

Tina

 

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

The empty armchair is so touching, it and the tulips suggest sensory pleasures that have lost their ability to please.  Sad but your words are beautiful.

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thank you, Philip

 

Submitted by a102866 on

A sad but artistic retreat from the one who accented your life with mirth and passion. I would love to see you strike the self deprecating stanza from the poem. Your poignant, deeply-expressed words show that you have the ability of a poet.

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Appreciated, and thank you.

Tina