I watch the evening falling down as daylight disappears and darkness sounds like cotton wads stuffed into my ears The dogs are quiet the orange cat rests I’m sure the mice are out to play the owl in the barn is tending its nest while carefully eyeing its latest prey And I think of how we once made love on this porch in the middle of the day and how we laughed at such a thing and what the neighbors might say but luckily they never knew just how we loved when I loved you How many nights did we spend here, perfecting love in endless ways? Those countless nights we disappeared twin flames erupting in a brilliant blaze Time marked those days with a simple grace and it seemed we loved from dusk till dawn and even now I can see your face lit by fireflies as you cross the lawn but the face is just a memory and I talk to myself alone while heaven’s stars watch over you beneath a marker made of stone.
Absolutely beautiful. I couldn’t get past the ending without tears. I’m grateful to experience poetry that provokes such emotion. Hoping that you have personally experienced such joy, but not such loss.
Not sure if I've mentioned this before, Paul, but your writing very much reminds me of my absolute favorite songwriter, Bill Morrissey (even as I write this, I seem to remember a conversation about it). You and he both evoke that same working-man nostalgia for love and loss and the simple things.
"Time marked those days
with a simple grace
and it seemed we loved
from dusk till dawn
and even now
I can see your face
lit by fireflies
as you cross the lawn "
Made me cry today. Thanks, Paul. :-)
Thank you, Mary
This has touched my heart. Beautiful.
Thank you, Monica.
Grateful to @KMPatriot for restacking this, Thank you!
“Time marked those days
with a simple grace
and it seemed we loved
from dusk till dawn
and even now
I can see your face
lit by fireflies
as you cross the lawn “
Beautiful.
Thank you, Lor
Relate to your sun down nostalgia loss is a memory remembered with tears of joy of the moments hugged under stars above.
Thanks for reading and commenting, Richard
A love I can dream about. 🦕
Thank you, Wendy
So sooooo beautiful, but I think I need to send you a hug!! xx
Hugs accepted, Francesca—Thank you!
Wow. …when I loved you… 🧡
Thank you, Stella
So lovely.
Thank for reading and commenting, Marilyn—I'm grateful!
That is so beautiful and heartfelt. Visual and softly textural.
Thanks for reading and commenting, Elizabeth!
Absolutely beautiful. I couldn’t get past the ending without tears. I’m grateful to experience poetry that provokes such emotion. Hoping that you have personally experienced such joy, but not such loss.
Thank you, Maureen. The poem gave itself to me after several tries but it’s not based on any specific personal loss.
Not sure if I've mentioned this before, Paul, but your writing very much reminds me of my absolute favorite songwriter, Bill Morrissey (even as I write this, I seem to remember a conversation about it). You and he both evoke that same working-man nostalgia for love and loss and the simple things.
Another fabulous poem; thank you, Paul!
I think you might have mentioned him, Don.
"Birches" is a good introduction to his work.
A perfectly crafted song if there ever was one.
I hate to admit to playing the part of Warren a couple times! 🙁
:-)That's right
Hopefully the neighbors called in advance before visiting.
They were a nosey lot, Stan.
Love as it’s meant to be 💙
Thank you, Diane!
Beautiful and heartbreaking ❤
Thank you, Anna
How Beautiful
How Touching