Friday, May 29, 2009

Requiem


on the umpteenth anniversary
of the strawberry ice cream
and the wild run in the rain,
of her soaked braids over
her beaming face,
of his warm hands holding hers,
nothing remains -

a few shreds of hearts
that any wind takes.

photo art from viktaar.deviantart.com

21 comments:

Aniket said...

Anything that starts with :

"on the umpteenth anniversary
of the strawberry ice cream"

Ought to be goooood!

And anything that ends with :
"a few shreds of hearts
that any wind takes."

Has to be great!

And put in the wonderful words you wrote in between, and you have one awesome poem.

Need I say, I Loved it? :D

Geraldine said...

Beautifully written Vesper. I agree with the comment above, I was hooked from line 1.

Hugs and happy weekend, G

Catvibe said...

Oh Vesper that is so beautifully sad. But such scrumptious words for the lovely memory.

Karen said...

Ohhh...this is so sad, but a great visual poem. It's beautifully written. :-(

Aine said...

Such loss breaks my heart. At least the memories are full of life.

the walking man said...

Forever in those shreds of the heart remains the memories of that first love, no matter where the wind takes them.

laughingwolf said...

sad indeed, v...

but those all make you who you are, great mama and wonderful writer :)

Charles Gramlich said...

a lot of backstory behind this one. Well done.

Marilyn Brant said...

Sigh. How melancholy and beautiful all wrapped in one. Love the images and, also, the space where you let the reader intuit all that's been lost.

Vesper said...

Aniket, your enthusiasm is infectious. Thank you! :-)

Thank you, Geraldine! I hope you had a great weekend.
*hugs*

Cat, I’m pleased that you liked it. Thank you.

Thank you so much, Karen.

Oh, I’m sorry, Aine… Thank you for reading.

I guess you’re right, Mark. Thank you.

LW, you’re such a sweetheart… Thank you! :-)

Charles, your appreciation means a lot to me. Thank you.

Marilyn, I’m glad you liked it. Your comment is much appreciated. Thank you.

BernardL said...

A softly rendered moment in time, gone yet not forgotten.

jason evans said...

I hope sharing the pain helped. I hope some of its venom drained away.

Wanderlust Scarlett said...

Quite lovely... and sad!

Isn't the the way of everything, though.


Scarlett & Viaggiatore

K.Lawson Gilbert said...

Every word like a whisper in the wind...so far away, but close to the heart. Beautiful, as always, Vesper.

Vesper said...

Thank you, Bernard.

Sometimes it does, Jason.

Thank you, Scarlet, it is, you’re right…

Kaye, thank you. Much appreciated.

SzélsőFa said...

some memories hurt, some just glow, and you don't know how to feel about them...

Pawlie Kokonuts said...

I came to your site drawn by the word "vesper," a word, in the plural, I use in much of my poetry. Fine poem on your part. Must be something in that Montral water. You and Leonard Cohen.

Vesper said...

SzélsöFa, you’re right, and I suppose the worst is when one belongs to both categories…

Pawlie, I’m glad you came and stopped by. :-)
What an incredible compliment. Wow! I’m more than honoured. Thank you!
And, please, do come back. :-)

L.A. Mitchell said...

A gift, as usual. You set the literary bar high, my dear :)

James Oh said...

Thanks for sharing such a wonderful poem.

Vesper said...

Your words of appreciation are always a gift for me, L.A.. Thank you! :-)

James Oh, thank you for your kind words and for stopping by!