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Samantha II - Reflection
Head down, hands in pockets, I walk slowly towards the water,
This was our place,
A place of refuge, a place of comfort,
But now it’s a place of reflection,
I come here to find my thoughts, sort them out,
Things somehow become clearer here,
More easily understood.
I remember times when we used to walk along the banks of the pond,
The sun at the right angle to send our shadows merging into one,
That’s how I thought it would be, always together, as one,
I really miss her sometimes, and not just when I visit this place,
Inside of me there is always a part thinking of her,
Wondering what she’s doing now wherever she is
I awake from my deep inner self-discussions to find myself walking the banks edge,
Arms out to the side, holding my balance,
But as I look to my right and into the water,
I see only my shadow, not the two that always used to be here,
When we would walk there, sometimes I would just stare at the back of her head,
Looking at her black hair shift from side to side as she strode,
The skin on her out stretched arms shining in the sun
We fell in once; the banks gave way to our weight and sent us into the pondweed and silt
It was a hot day and we both just got up laughed and splashed around in the murky depths.
A place of reflection, of remembrance,
I come here to see her again, not before me in the physical sense,
But to sit on the grassy hill towards the pond and see the two of us in my mind walking that banks edge,
As I sit and remember times gone, and begin to get depressed,
The sun warms my back, like Samantha putting her arms around me for comfort,
A tear falls upon my cheek, and I wipe it with my index finger,
Walk down to the ponds edge, and place it in the water,
A part of me to stay here with her, forever.
And as I do, I see my shadow again, once more,
The wind sends a ripple across the surface,
And I can almost see our merged shadow there again, together as one.
I just wanted you to know, how much i do enjoy your poetry. *smile* and a *wink*.
You have the making of a very good poem through the first 9 lines. I got about 8 to 10 lines beyond that and gave up. The rest is not a poem, it is an essay: Too much explaining and not enough telling. However, real promise.
Such a beautiful poem of the healing process.
Great poem, remindes me so much of a place i wrote a poem about. Mine is called "our avalon" but replacing your lost love is my best friend.
beautiful, sensitive, a msterpiece of emotions & memories. Well done. Amy
Gentle is the night♥
Very intriguing and intimate portrayal of the loss of a relationship... this is a striking image: ..."only my shadow, not the two..."
Wonderfully written reflections Richard! I can easily understand the reason why it was chosen as one of the top ten!
People don't run out of dreams they just run out of time.
See? I told you you were good. Others are finally taking notice. I don't know if i'm making any presumptions, but i know you'll tell me when you're ready. Love you. Johanna
Richard, This second poem dedicated to your loved one is also very moving. I have not been through anything like this, but I have lost a love in another sense, and these same emotions come to heart. Just trying to move on. I think this is one that people would relate to very well, also. I came acrossed it by accident- so glad that I did. I am one who believes whole heartedly in purposeful coincidence. Take care and keep writing and posting!
This is so sad, yet another great one. When I read it, its like I can see it happening. That is the kind of poetry I love to read. Great job. Wendy