It is here,
Spring;
that longed for time,
yet this year:
Nothing.
The heart lies quiet,
old,
hardly stirring,
Waxing cold.
Unloved,
feeling no joy for
hearing
birdsong at dawn;
fearing
the chore of another day
to journey alone once more.
Unneeded,
nights stretch black and bleak
in loneliness and
a day seems like a week.
Oh to experience the feeling of
Spring;
to feel the blood stir,
the heart lift, the pulses race
at the sight of a certain face
and the echo of a song
you long to sing.
Comments
anipani | March 2, 2009 - 11:59
Poignant, I particularly liked the last verse.
jennifer | March 2, 2009 - 12:20
'Unneeded,
nights stretch black and bleak
in loneliness'
Love this, it's chillingly true...
I think you need different punctuation in the first stanza - a comma between 'time' and 'yet', then change the comma between 'year' and 'Nothing' to a colon.
J x
Bradene | March 2, 2009 - 13:13
Thanks anipani, glad you enjoyed the poem. Val
Bradene | March 2, 2009 - 13:14
Thanks Jen, for reading and the corrections which are always most welcome. Val x (:
jennifer | March 2, 2009 - 14:55
You are so very welcome1
J x
Silver Spun Sand | March 2, 2009 - 17:05
Val, the feeling of melancholy that you evoke with this beautifully wistful poem is overwhelming.
And as Jennifer says, 'chillingly true'.
A much savoured read. Thank you:-)
Tina xx
threeleafshamrock | March 2, 2009 - 18:19
Lovely write! Sentiment beautifully captured in the last stanza. Thank you!
Chris
MistakenMagic | March 2, 2009 - 19:03
This is so beautiful Val, nice to have you back ;)
'Oh to experience the feeling of
Spring;
to feel the blood stir,
the heart lift, the pulses race
at the sight of a certain face
and the echo of a song
you long to sing.'
The final stanza was haunting. Brilliant!
Magic xxx
Nathan Bednarek | March 2, 2009 - 23:42
'Waxing cold.'
I love this image and I agree with Magic. The last stanza is just overwhelming.
A sad, sad poem, but even sadness can be beautiful and worth treasuring.
A beautiful piece of poetry. Well done.
Nathan.