It is because of you
that I love the morning mists,
I cannot remember your face
only a soft blur in my thoughts now;
morning mists bring shapes so soft, muted and vague.
I cannot remember the lines in your face,
or the way your lips pouted after I kissed you;
no longer see your small chin
how it seemed to make your face end too soon,
or the way it fit on my shoulder lying close, breathing.
Just a faded memory, it is not you.
It is because of you that I love the city streets in the rain.
I cannot remember as I last saw your face,
in front of the old library,
you beneath the stone lions;
they were standing over you
fiercely guarding your back.
I can no longer bring the picture of your eyes,
your wonderful dark eyes, calling to me;
that we could change our directions
like the weather vane on the steeple,
turn south and you to north, to meet and touch
against all winds, and odds, and chances.
This was just a thought on the wind, not you.
It is because of you
that I love the lightning on summer nights,
when the air is full and heavy, alive on my skin.
For I have no more recall of the way you touched me;
how your hands felt like the air after lightning
making my skin ripple beneath your fingertips.
No, I cannot remember at all your lips close to my ear
in whispers of the night to come,
anticipation, light sparks in prelude to your kiss;
or your image, like a reflection passing a glass window,
no none of these things of beauty; all are gone.
They have drifted away, like the boats in the harbor,
to the horizon, gone; falling from the face of the water.
I watch boats come into port, but never the same boats;
never you.
Author notes
inspired by Pablo Neruda "Escribir"
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you need to write more poems like this one
"It is because of you
that I love the lightning on summer nights,
when the air is full and heavy, alive on my skin."
so lovely..bookmarked..
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wow
This poem is beautiful. It tells of a sorrow that time washes away, but doesnt erase. i love the transitions from nature and life to a loved one. this shows that no matter how much time one has to heal, some scars still show and hurt. Amazing.
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I can definitely see the inspiration from Neruda in this, especially in the last stanza (which is my favourite).
In short, absolutely fantastic.
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Oh my God...I am speechless my friend..this is beautiful..I didn't want your poem to finish..that's how much I loved it...your words are so elegant and soft..speak of so much passion ...Fantastic job!
Amarige
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This is so beautiful and loving. It so sad yet so loving. i ffeel all the love one has when they lose someone they care about. It really almomst made me cry. thank you so much for this wonderful write!
~Hara
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Fuck line limits. This is going in the book.
If you want it to, of course.
I LOVE this.
Elizabeth
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There is an emotional charge to each of your words, and when they come together just right, they create a lightning storm of sorrow and love. This is an incredibly well-structured piece with powerful imagery. I particularly enjoyed the line about the face ending so soon. You used original expressions which made this strong.
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"how it seemed to make your face end too soon,
or the way it fit on my shoulder lying close, breathing.
Just a faded memory, it is not you."
I can relate to parts of this poem,
Very emotional and well written.
Thank you for sharing.
Sophie.x.
. Rewarded 6
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This is amazing! The sadness with maybe even a hint of anger was just pouring out at me the whole time I was reading this. You have a true talent for writing poetry, keep it up
. Rewarded 4
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This is gorgeous and definitely reminds me of the Neruda poem.
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So very lovely..very Neruda-ish..
I adore his love poems.
"on the corner in front of the old library,
you beneath the stone lions;
they were standing over you
fiercely guarding your back."
loved that stanza..
all very softly painted in my mind.
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"They have drifted away, like the boats in the harbor,
to the horizon, gone; falling from the face of the water.
I watch boats come into port, but never the same boats;
never you."
This is a stunning piece, Poet. Reminiscent of Neruda, Paz, Tagore & others of their incredible ilk. Gorgeous descriptive technique. What woman wouldn't long to be remembered thusly, if her presence must be forgotten? Beautifully penned. Inspired, indeed. Wanda
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This piece is simply stunning, such imagery and atmosphere...I shall be back to read as this progresses. Thanks for sharing. Laura x
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Discontinuation can wreak havoc in a process of progress. No future without past of which we only have memories, awareness. Time is merciless, space often too distant or near. And while we head for our fate that will terminate the stay in this plane, we must find ways to cope with our tragedies that may fade but will continue to haunt us as we walk in time. Thank you for creating and sharing. Take care,
U
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Before I saw the author's comments I was thinking that this poem has a Neruda feel about it. Lovely poetry that emulates Neruda's style magnificently. I so loved this one... beautiful.
~ Nicolette
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It is a fine start to a beautiful piece, and one I shall enjoy reading once more wistful illusions are placed on this page. Love, C
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bookmarked
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Very good especially since you think it's still in progress. The imagery in this is lovely. It's amazing how you captured the feelings caused by natural things because of a past love or person.
Love,
Amera ♥
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