Reprise (Poetry Monthly)

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Wed, 23 Dec 2015
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8 comments
 
If only we could begin again,
or at the very best...
forget,
 but gradually 
for love is precious, 
love is rare...
so let it do its best 
to melt
 into the air
as deliquescent chords 
of the cello.
Let him, and me 
bid farewell,
but tenderly –  
to what we had, 
and with its ending
create a new beginning
softly, 
as is offered up a prayer
to some or other god 
somewhere
we believe we believe in.
Forget the jasmine,
 he pinned in my hair
one balmy summer’s night 
when someone
somewhere, 
played violin;
forget the timbre of its tone...
all seabirds
and stars and flying fish
let it go,
but preciously;
the life we shared –
for the sheer hell of it...
the hills I climbed with him – roads
we drove led nowhere and beyond – seeds
we sowed – watched grow, together, the great
grey heron whose wide wings spread – captured 
the light from the first of morning red
in flypast of feather and quill; 
sharing the oneness
of dawn
 at a window-sill.
Let it all go...
as we did the hand
of our daughter
 when He came to tell us
it was time for her to go with Him...
so if we could do it then, 
we can do it now, not
 because our love’s grown cold, 
 but because
we already gave 
all we owned; 
 our one,
allotted
m
o
m
e
n
t

 

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Silver Spun Sand Poems
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Comments

Submitted by VeraClark on

The visuals scaffold the transitory nature of time with delicacy. A very pretty piece with a Romanticist feel to it.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Vera - as ever, your words have a tendency to crystalize in the most sparkling way.

Tina

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Beautifully done Tina.

Merry Christmas and a Peaceful New Year to you and yours.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thanks, so very much Jenny, and season's greetings to you, and to those you hold most dear.

Tina

 

Submitted by Bee on

Made me feel really sad but seeing grateful acceptance as a blessing. 

Bee

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Bee - my blessings to you, this sparkling morning.

Tina

 

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Like a perfect ornament on a tree, or a glistening melting icicle. The transitory nature of life and love is beautiful and you show us this in this gorgeous droplet.

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Such  a beautiful way of putting it.  A poem, indeed, in itselfsmiley

Tina