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PARK SCENES
Nonchalantly the breeze whispers,
Shaking the brown leaf,
All are destined to wither,
But why give up so soon.
How autumn's rustiness hums a tune,
as I wait -- on the only bench in the park.
How time flies!
Yesterday you were the focus of attention.
Today only memories remind me,
That even I fell in love,
When it was spring.
The old couples stroll,
Cajoling the greyness of their lives.
"Time has stood still," you once said.
It does, when one is in love,
Otherwise there is only autumn,
Creeping stealthily into everyone's dreams.
Wonderful piece. I quite like it. (check out my poems if you have the time.)
a melancholy moment
merely meandering through
memory frames of love's past
such beautiful regard
you so hauntingly construct
the reader is swept in
taken away
and then just as poignantly
dumb struck
to such dizzying heights
and darkening depths
only the poet heart
can meld the pain and loss
into such beautiful verse
drawing some loveliness
out from such a vague
and fading darkness
yet ironically enough
it was in that very 'Confusing Twilight'
that love came upon you
allowing your fractured focus
to shift
unto a
stronger, better, wiser and more
enduring love all your own
and the mercy of the heavens
with nary a spiritual flick
granted you all and more
but best of all
answered your heart's most
valiant wish
that for a companion worthy
of all your intrinsic gifts............
you know who!........so why type it?