Listen to the sleepy hollows
Chest filled with pine tree scents
Cold surrounding in the warm summer air
As I pray, I wonder where you went
A question unanswered, but I already know
You, my only love, must be answering
The jazz players still play on
At that cafe we always went to
And even though I can't feel you
I know you listen with me too
Because they play for you there
You, my dearest love, must be hearing
The french artist still throws paint
On his chestnut-wood easel with ease
And every time he finishes something
He smiles, you can tell he's pleased
He does it for you, so you can see
You, my special love, must be watching
The squirrels in the park still play on
They bark at eachother and pounce around
And the little children still try to catch them
Until, from exhaustion, they all fall down
Like you did, that fateful stormy night
You, my precious love, must be directing
The swans still glide, heads hung low
Looking at their own reflections
And they still form hearts, letting us know
They, too, have their secret affections
They paint our past so often
You, my darling love, must be comforting
The city still bustles, I see it from above
I see it from the same Victorian balcony
Holding your favorite mug,
The one that says, "Italy Terrabonne"
The wind blows so softly against my pale skin
You, my generous love, must be observing
The people work, just like they used to
Still focused with a stern scowl on their heads
Working so hard like you did, just to
Supply to their family, their water and breads
They remind me of your labor
You, my beautiful love, must be helping
The lovers still kiss in our park
While turtledoves play their tunes
And everywhere I turn to look,
The people have their communes
They tell me of what I lack
You, my glorifiable love, must be waiting
A contest entry
- Widow with Shawl (A Portrait) by ea.
300 points, ended October 19, 2007, 2 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Your absolute BEST! (1,009 points, winner takes all) by AutumnsFlame.
1858 points, ended December 5, 2008, 31 entries
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There were some good images in this, which I really liked, but along with that, there were some weak rhymes. I think there could have been more emotion in this too, but the last lines were awesome. Thank you for entering my contest.
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Wow, I love this poem and think it is one I will return to to savor again. Starting with your lines, "Because they play for you there
You, my dearest love, must be hearing" which you repeat in varied ways throughout the poem, I was captivated. Very strong.
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Oh my gosh this is beautiful you have done a nice job with this if this does not win there is no hope for poetry.Amazing Just beautiful
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This about made my cry. Why don't you write things like this more often? It was absolutely beautiful. The imagery blew me away, like i was in a story book or looking at a painting. Wonderful Wonderful!
<3 Aimee
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So romantic! I can just imagine the smell of coffee and pines outside; the two lines were stunning:
"And even though I can't feel you
I know you listen with me too"
Great, great entry; all the best- and this was a terrific example of your unique style and fabulous language
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