We walked out together in the morning
but I came back alone.
The mist was heavy.
You had on your best boots
for walking.
You didn’t bring me home.
Ties loosen
as time moves on.
I can spend a day
without a thought for you.
But sometimes
when the mist thickens
I hear your voice.
It never says goodbye.
I love the comment Jules made about your poem.
'That love never does say goodbye - that life just moves on.'
That comment really sums up the gentle mood your poem creates - the ghostly presence of something that never really dies. Beautiful. x
<Deleted User> (6315)
Mon 1st Aug 2011 13:23
a cracker of a poem.
The words will hold much for many of us.
beautiful
This tears at my heartstrings... Your words paint a wistful picture.
Beautifully expressed:
'Ties loosen
as time moves on.
I can spend a day
without a thought for you'
Sad, and can feel the pain Ann, think it's something we all go through and need to write about, you've done it brilliantly in such few words, loved it Jeff x
Thanks so much to all.xx
<Deleted User> (8730)
Wed 27th Jul 2011 13:43
Excellent!!!! I do a lot of walking and a lot of reminiscing about love. It never does say goodbye. Life just moves on.
<Deleted User> (6895)
Wed 27th Jul 2011 10:19
melancholic air abounds in this poem Ann.Beautifully condensed(like Nestles cream)yum yum-Mr.Wilde.xx
Agree with banksy here...a very sad poem, but also very loving. It could be perceived as haunting I suppose, but not in a negative way...not for me personally anyhow
Oooops! Thanks Mr B. :)
Or should they loosen? I've gone all indecisive now!
<Deleted User> (7212)
Wed 27th Jul 2011 09:10
another wonderful poem - and very sad. lovely. for me, this is what poetry is all about - something personal to you that you share with everyone else, no matter how hard
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Cynthia Buell Thomas
Fri 19th Aug 2011 16:43
It's hard to know whether 'going out walking' is a marvellous metaphor, or a physical reality (perhaps an actual walk that ended in tragedy),or just imaginative thoughts motivated by the picture. Regardless, the mood and empathy of this poem is, again, heart-catching.