Monday, July 18, 2011

The Picture of You

I sat down to write a poem about you
and to discover how I feel
The strangest thing,
the words wouldn't come

So I went outside
and took a walk
Perhaps then my heart would feel
But strangely,
the world was still

I walked on listening
to the music of the world
Hoping it would show me what to feel
As strange as me,
the trees went silent

So I took out
an old photograph of you
Maybe then I'd be able to feel
Strange though,
it was no longer you


Unnamed Psalmist said...

what a lovely poem

Mary said...

I read feels of yearning mixed with sadness here. Excellent ending. Well expressed

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Wow, well done. The ending really hits it home.

Yousei Hime said...

Everything I read today is all too relevant. I love the Yeats quote as your blog's subtitle. Reeling a bit trampled myself lately. Your progression in the poem is careful, subtle and delicate. I like how it ended too. Life doesn't guarantee happy endings.

Anonymous said...

A photograph always marks a place in time. I can see how it wasn't the same person anymore. Very nice.

Anonymous said...

nice ending

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

I like such simple, direct language in poetry.

bttrflyscar said...

you say things so succinctly!

Morning said...

amazing one.