Thursday, September 13, 2012

Conversations

like the echo of my dreams
I hear the conversations of our past
so long ago we spoke in whispers
and held our hearts tightly 
in the evening twilight hours.sweet words abounded
hush hush my love and wait till dawn
wait for loves caress lying beside me.

now those conversations are faded
lost in the winter storms that gather.
snow piles deep around our special place
the garden dead and long rotted as is
our love our letters now but tatters.
bound in the old tin box that I kept them in
cold all is cold and empty, empty as your
side of the bed.Yet still your scent, lavender lingers





 

12 comments:

SandyCarlson said...

I have known the bittersweet joy of what was and longed for it. Your words are beautiful. Thank you.

Brian Miller said...

wow powerful verse...powerful emotions....and great textures...the tin box, the empty bed....but still their scent lingering...great closure on this...

Cassiopeia Rises said...

Thank you Sandy. I have been ill for a long time. Now I begin once again to write. So glad you liked it.


Melanie

Cassiopeia Rises said...

Much thanks Brian for reading my poem. I and happy that you liked it.


Melanie

joanne said...

beautiful and sad....I think we've all been there, but you expressed these feelings so very well

Susan said...

Conversations, in words, in touch, in letters, and then in the reversal of these until only scent is left--also a conversation if the scent is exchanged, so here the circuit is broken and the dismantling is very sorrowful, leaves me hanging as intended. Well done.

Mrsupole said...

Such love, then loss are in this poem. I guess it really shows how things could have been so great and then how the loss of love can change everything. When my mom passed away a few months ago, we smelled one of her sweaters and it was so heartbreaking, smell can bring back so many memories.

Thanks for sharing this poem with our Conversation Theme Thursday, it makes one think.

God bless.

Cassiopeia Rises said...

Mrsuple, so sorry for your loss.
My parents died very young. My children never knew them, As you said,The other day I smelled my father sweater and he was there with me once again.

Thank you for reading my poem.

Melanie

Cassiopeia Rises said...

joanne, much thanks for stopping by and reading my poem, It seem lately
all I can write are sad poems.


Melanie

Cassiopeia Rises said...

Thank you Susan for reading my poem. Yes you are right. In the end all that is left is scent.
So glad you liked my poem.


Melanie

Dave King said...

Two stanzas carrying contrasting emotions. You work and juxtapose them effectively. The effect is powerful.

Mrsupole said...

Hi Melanie,

Thank you for your comment to my comment. Yes, smelling our family members can be comforting and full of memories.

I will pray and make a wish that you can write some happy poems that bring joy to your heart. Sadness should be temporary and life is meant to be full of joy. And our family who has gone before us, would want happiness for those who stay, just as we would wish happiness for our survivors. It is always best to honor them with as many happy memories as possible because with happiness we are more likely to have a willingness to remember.

I hope this Thursday's new prompt will conjure up some happy memories for you. I will look forward to seeing what delightful things you come up with.

God bless.