Open Poetry #47 |
Time of the Lilacs |
Word Weaver Member
since 2011-03-06
Posts 437California, USA |
Time of the Lilacs That first spring we picked arms full of lilacs from bushes that before you were barren we picnicked in the vineyard of our reclaimed youth sipping from love’s cup and feeding each other nourishment for the heart and mind we danced on hilltops green with new life whispered forever in each other’s ear when summer arrived we basked in the warmth found in each other’s smile and knew none had ever felt as we we strolled virgin beaches and swam in crystal clear waters perhaps too deeply autumn came and we gathered radiant leaves tossed them into the air in celebration a testimony to the colors of our joined soul all beauty dimmed compared to the knowledge of us come winter we listened to the quiet of snow gently falling and built fires of our intense passion each one warmer than the one before while outside the world hushed in preparation alas, when our second spring came the lilacs did not bloom and the hills crumbled when faced with reality they were after all merely illusions now our souls again wander lonely and alone in the vast wasteland of love lost yet I know that one day soon I will awake to a bright new day and even the pain of now will succumb to the beauty of the memories of us. © Marcia Miller-Twiford |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Dear Marcia, I dare say you have already awakened to a bright new day where you can freely immerse into the beauty of the "memories of us". This wonderful write suggests this. Love, Margherita |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
The illusions we bear upon ourselves can be sad and able to break your heart if believed too deeply. Still, we wait, and hope and look for yet one more incursion into the wonderland of passion and love. Liked this . . . ~ Diplomacy is the art of saying 'Nice doggie' until you can find a rock ~ |
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Word Weaver Member
since 2011-03-06
Posts 437California, USA |
Thank you Margherita. It's the memories that sustain me. Love, Marcia |
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Word Weaver Member
since 2011-03-06
Posts 437California, USA |
Thank you Jerry. I'm glad you liked it. |
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steavenr Member Elite
since 2003-11-17
Posts 4058 |
picnicking "in the vineyard of our reclaimed youth" ...a very cool line in an outstanding expression of hope |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
W.W. John Keats could not have said it better.. It is classic in approach to the subject, yet is arranged in modern phrasing, in other words , timeless. I would like to hear what happens next.. But for now just say I enjoyed reading this poem. Namaste ice aka ford Come read to me some poem, |
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Word Weaver Member
since 2011-03-06
Posts 437California, USA |
Thank you Ice; that's a very nice compliment. Namaste, Marcia |
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Word Weaver Member
since 2011-03-06
Posts 437California, USA |
For steavenr Sorry I didn't get here in time to reply to your wonderful comment but I do thank you. Marcia |
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