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:
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
Beautifully written Vesper. I agree with the comment above, I was hooked from line 1.
Hugs and happy weekend, G
Oh Vesper that is so beautifully sad. But such scrumptious words for the lovely memory.
Ohhh...this is so sad, but a great visual poem. It's beautifully written. :-(
Such loss breaks my heart. At least the memories are full of life.
Forever in those shreds of the heart remains the memories of that first love, no matter where the wind takes them.
sad indeed, v...
but those all make you who you are, great mama and wonderful writer :)
a lot of backstory behind this one. Well done.
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.
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.
A softly rendered moment in time, gone yet not forgotten.
I hope sharing the pain helped. I hope some of its venom drained away.
Quite lovely... and sad!
Isn't the the way of everything, though.
Scarlett & Viaggiatore
Every word like a whisper in the wind...so far away, but close to the heart. Beautiful, as always, Vesper.
Thank you, Bernard.
Sometimes it does, Jason.
Thank you, Scarlet, it is, you’re right…
Kaye, thank you. Much appreciated.
some memories hurt, some just glow, and you don't know how to feel about them...
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.
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. :-)
A gift, as usual. You set the literary bar high, my dear :)
Thanks for sharing such a wonderful poem.
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!
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