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Slip Sliding Away
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Yes. The title is copied from Paul Simon's song, "Slip Sliding Away." It seems to fit this "poem."


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Slip Sliding Away
 
He did not say good-bye
He just slip slid away
He was a sad shadow
Of a man
One could see it
In his eyes
What was left of his soul
He had given away much of it
To friends
Mostly former lovers
He felt lost
Out of this element
Before he slip slid away
He would let the sun caress him
Hold the hand of the breeze
Speak to her
By day
Make love to the moon
By night
In the end his soul
Was like late fall leaves
Chased across the frozen surface
Of the pond
By the early winter’s wind
That moaned a mournful dirge 
Playing the brittle reeds
On the edge of endless white prairie
In the end
The husk of
what was left of
his soul
Just slip slid away…
 
 
© Copyright 2009     Regis Auffray

 
 Glisse Glisse et Disparaît
 
Il n'a pas dit au revoir
Il s'est dissimulé
Il n'était plus
Que la  triste silhouette
D'un homme
On pouvait le constater
Dans ses yeux
Tout ce qui restait de son âme
Il l'avait presque toute donnée
À des amis
La plupart des amoureuses égarées
Il se sentait perdu
Détaché de son élément
Avant son départ
Il laissait le soleil le caresser
Il tenait la main de la brise
Il lui parlait
Le jour
Il faisait l'amour à la lune
La nuit
Par la fin son esprit
Était comme des feuilles d'automne
Poussées sur la surface gelée
De l'étang
Par le vent du jeune hiver
Qui fredonnait une chanson funéraire
Parmi les roseaux désséchés
Du long du bord de la prairie
Cette infinité blanche
À la fin
Il ne restait de son âme
Que la cosse
Qui s'est glissée
Disparue

Dans le néant
 

© Copyright 2009     Regis Auffray
 

 

 

 

 

 

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 Reviews of "Slip Sliding Away"
Reviewed by lois christensen
Reviewed on August 21, 2014
Alone and having had the slip sliding away, maybe some day he'll slide right back without the slipping and be strengthened.

Reviewed by Darkest Angel (Reader)
Reviewed on June 30, 2010
A secret and sad whithering away from a deficiency of appreciation. This writing is another excellent piece with lovely and saddening metiphors; the dried, blown leaves are heart stopping--even a churn of tears along with a soul cry is felt with this. I hope you feel better in the morning, Regis....

Reviewed by Elizabeth Russo
Reviewed on June 23, 2010
A shadow of himself...this moves me very personally. Life slips away so quickly...very sad portrait, Regis. ~Hugs, Elizabeth

Reviewed by Kathleen McDonald
Reviewed on May 27, 2010
So very sad and so eloquently done
hug
Kathy

Reviewed by Sophia Choudhury
Reviewed on May 2, 2010
i can picture this person-------his Soul seems to have finished all learning in the linear and has nothing more to give or recieve.so it has gently dis-connected and returned home---leaving his old body suit behind!
a lovely piure painted in words!

Reviewed by Faye Beaulieu (Reader)
Reviewed on April 17, 2010
Wonderful, I loved it! :)

Reviewed by Dayvid Graybill
Reviewed on April 16, 2010
Excellent! I felt sad for him as he slipped away.

Reviewed by Eileen Granfors
Reviewed on April 10, 2010
Love the picture, love the poem, love the French version! "The husk of what was left of his soul"-- terrific image. Sad, sweet write, Regis. e

Reviewed by Lena Kovadlo
Reviewed on March 30, 2010
This is a beautiful and heartfelt poem that I much enjoyed reading. You did an amazing job with it. My only suggestion would be to punctuate the piece and break it up into stanzas to make the piece more presentable and easier to follow and digest.

Lena

Reviewed by The Poetess
Reviewed on March 23, 2010
Beautifully written

Reviewed on December 27, 2009
Such SAD Memories coming to LIFE!
Eloquently spoken/written Reg.
I like this sad lonely cold indifference picture you posted!

Blessings of Peace and Love, PurpleLadySHEEoxxo

Reviewed by Janet Caldwell
Reviewed on December 18, 2009
Fantastic as always!!!! xx

Reviewed by Margo Lumley
Reviewed on December 17, 2009
Beautifully written. You make us feel what you write. Love your work. Margo

Reviewed by Phyllis Jean Green
Reviewed on December 14, 2009
Just. exactly. right.

L'amour toujours,

'Feeleess'

PS: What a great choice the photo is! L o v e . it !!

Reviewed by Jon Willey
Reviewed on December 12, 2009
Regis, a deeply perceptive look at the fringes of life and death -- when all that remains is the hollow shell of humanity -- when the soul of us has been robbed by the pirates of romance and unfaithfulness -- this is the work of a talented poet my friend -- peace and love to you -- Jon Michael

Reviewed by Ronald Hull
Reviewed on December 12, 2009
Perceptive look of death before death.

Why am I thinking of Tiger Woods... ;-)

Ron

Reviewed by Micki Peluso
Reviewed on December 8, 2009
Dear Regis, You have outdone yourself!! I am always amazed at the diversity of your writing. I loved the metaphors in this one. It was simply beautifully sad-a tribute to the many who feel exactly this way.
Love Micki

Reviewed by Jerry Engler
Reviewed on December 8, 2009
There is a relaxation to your great descriptive power of the analogy or death to the changes in season and vegetation that nearly makes the reader feel the melancholy slip sliding away.....Jerry

Reviewed by Mary Coe
Reviewed on December 8, 2009
Sad! Yet, so beautifully written.

Reviewed by Michelle Mead
Reviewed on December 7, 2009
Wow, Regis!!! You've done it again- no poems for awhile, and then a masterpiece like this- very impressive, though heartbreaking, too.

Reviewed by Phoenix Rox (Reader)
Reviewed on December 7, 2009
Bonjour Regis, mon frere..
This is beeautiful! And yes, the title fits it perfectly. :)

Reviewed by Carin Spirit
Reviewed on December 7, 2009
Regis, This is soul wrenching, I read it and then again, something about this one, that I am identifying with. Be Well, Carin

Reviewed by Simon Barreiros (Reader)
Reviewed on December 7, 2009
Enjoyed this Regis, hope you're well...

Reviewed by Debi Fairchild (Reader)
Reviewed on December 6, 2009
I really liked this poem. You can feel the sadness of the man allowing his life to slide away.

Reviewed on December 6, 2009
Reg,

Very beautifully written, both in English and French.

Mary

Reviewed by Gianetta Ellis (Reader)
Reviewed on December 6, 2009
"...By the early winter’s wind
That moaned a mournful dirge
Playing the brittle reeds
On the edge of endless white prairie..." what great lines these are in a touching composition ~

Reviewed by Louisa Dobbins
Reviewed on December 6, 2009
AWESOME...WHAT CAN I SAY. EXCELLENT?

Reviewed by Sheila Roy
Reviewed on December 6, 2009
An amazing poem, Regis. This bares the soul. I like how you show that the damage is done over time - friends and former lovers. We take that leap, but sometimes it doesn't work out. So genuine, that lost feeling you describe. Hugs,
Sheila

Reviewed on December 6, 2009
and you are love
I offer my open arms
to embrace the soul
inside the emotion of this
your poetic expression
wrapped within this heart
all my love Regis...
Vickie

Reviewed by Daniel Keith
Reviewed on December 5, 2009
A excellent write Regis. I enjoy your poetry very much. May God bless you every day of your life.

Daniel

Reviewed on December 5, 2009
Ah, Regis -- yes, thank you for posting in French. Post more. I'm sorry for your great and seemingly relentless melancholy. There is such a loneliness. Maybe you're right -- you've given too much away. Maybe you're wrong. Maybe you've given too little away. Who knows? I won't judge. I wish you could find what you seek -- not passing pleasures, but contentment. A real lover. Real love. But first, the real Regis. The strong Regis. The whole and complete Regis who doesn't so desperately need and depend on that love to fill him up. Ah well, man, I love poetry in French. And the English here has so much beauty as well. Hey, they say that the French make the best lovers (although I think that means physically only). Why is that? I mean, why do people say that? What is it you Frenchmen have got, anyway? Just curious. And if you've got it (and it's NOT just physical), (a big IF), then why don't women stick around?

Reviewed by Margaret Mullings
Reviewed on December 5, 2009
Very profound and all so very real! Vow! the French! Yes gifted you are Regis may the Lord continue to bless and prosper you! Interesting read!



Much Love,
Always!!!
Margaret

Reviewed by Joyce Bowling
Reviewed on December 5, 2009
A very good write my friend, moving and well done as always...
Blessings from Ky.
Joyce B.

Reviewed by Kate Burnside
Reviewed on December 5, 2009
OH MY GOODNESS... As I was reading the English I kept thinking just how GLORIOUS it would be to hear it in French... and there you go!!! So moody and hushed, Regis... Truly, the French I can HEAR being whispered. Captivating and haunting. Just lovely. xx

Reviewed by Bennett Kremen
Reviewed on December 5, 2009
This poem is truly moving, Regis, and one of your best.

Reviewed on December 5, 2009
good one Reg, I guess this could happen to any of us if we aren't careful, hope your Thanksgiving was turkey, cheers

Reviewed by J'nia Fowler
Reviewed on December 5, 2009
Thank you, merci mon ami. Hugs, J'nia

Reviewed on December 5, 2009
So much of grain lost these days and so much of husk remains behind. Every line of the poem sheds light on some part of a reality hidden within the shadow of reality itself. Thanks Regis for this great offering.

Reviewed by Christine Alwin
Reviewed on December 5, 2009
...sometimes when so much is given we find there is something missing when we are still in the night....great write Reg!

Reviewed by Mark Sebring
Reviewed on December 5, 2009
This is very good.

Reviewed by Liana Margiva
Reviewed on December 5, 2009
EXCELLENT!!!!!!!!!!!!! HEAVENLY BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva

Reviewed by Pamela Kimmell
Reviewed on December 5, 2009
Regis this is sad yet beautiful...and in the end, many of us go this path - sliding away without fanfare after a life of giving bits of our soul to those we meet on our path. Bittersweet write - I like it a lot.

Reviewed by Georg Mateos
Reviewed on December 5, 2009
Sadness is not more somber than the one found in the shadows of a soul despondence, the wish to have and the regret of a lost. This poem tells more of the author than all its words could.

Georg

La tristesse n'est pas plus sombre que l'un trouvé dans les ombres d'un découragement d'âme, le souhait pour avoir et le regret d'un perdu. Ce poème dit plus de l'auteur que tous ses mots peuvent.


Reviewed by Dawn Anderson
Reviewed on December 4, 2009
Regis, this is so sad and haunting...yet, so beautifully written.

Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater
Reviewed on December 4, 2009
A limb of sadness...tomorrow there's a blue sky, Regis...be well.

Love,
Sage

Reviewed by Susan de Vegter
Reviewed on December 4, 2009
In the echo of Paul Simon , I hear the quiet, lurring words....slip, sliding away. The rhythm is perfect . Love puts on its mourning face.
This is a word painting that touched me. The passion remains as silence slips slides away.
Your best! My favorite!
Blessings and love,
Susan

Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
Reviewed on December 4, 2009
so sad-so well written though!

Reviewed by SHERRY HEIM
Reviewed on December 4, 2009
If you believe in love, then you know that no matter how much you give away, you still have 100..Love comes with an infinite supply. Alas, the man could not accept love, only give it, leaving him feeling empty and his lovers feeling invalidated. Such a sad poem, Regis. Well done.
Take care,
Sherry

Reviewed by John Flanagan
Reviewed on December 4, 2009
Regis,
More than a tinge of sadness, ...sadness in depth expressed in such appropriate images, rich and huanting.

John

Reviewed by John Bidwell
Reviewed on December 4, 2009
A true masterpiece of poetry.
Yes- sad as hell, and I see some of myself.
You outdid yourself- and everyone else.
Wow!

John

Reviewed by Patrick Granfors
Reviewed on December 4, 2009
Moody, sad, evolutionary, wonderful, Patrick

Reviewed by Nicole Weaver
Reviewed on December 4, 2009
Mon très cher Régis,
C'est bien triste , mais très bien écrit comme toujours. Amour et paix.
Ton amie,
Nicole

Reviewed by Elisabeth Barstowe
Reviewed on December 4, 2009
Gracefully sad. Beautiful.

Reviewed by Donelle Knudsen
Reviewed on December 4, 2009
Regis, beautiful, but very sad. I loved: "In the end his soul was like late fall leaves chased across the frozen surface of the pond . . ." Your poems always speak to me. All the best, Donelle

Reviewed by Gene Williamson
Reviewed on December 4, 2009
Regis, one of your very best. Painful, but Metaphorically beautiful.
Love the alliteration in the following:

By the early winter’s wind
That moaned a mournful dirge

-gene.

Reviewed by D Johnson
Reviewed on December 4, 2009
Reg, a most powerful poem, packed profound pain. Well done!

Cheers,
Dan

Reviewed by Paul Berube
Reviewed on December 4, 2009
Excellent write, Regis.

Reviewed by Juliet Waldron
Reviewed on December 4, 2009
Brother, that's a sad one, Regis! Some lovely images: the leaves on the frozen pond, the "endless white prairie" "the husk of his soul." You've got a tense problem: "Hold the hand of the breeze" -- I'd use "Held" instead. Thanks for sharing and write on!

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on December 4, 2009
This just fucking good, Regis / You captured the essence of a tormented soul who had not choice, not at all, just slip sliding away . . . Gotta love it!

Reviewed by Rebekah Rosie Lang
Reviewed on December 4, 2009
BRAVO! Well said Regis.
Becca

Reviewed by William Bonilla
Reviewed on December 4, 2009
excellent writing Regis
worthy of reading and reviewing
Well Penned

William

Reviewed by Peter Schlosser (Reader)
Reviewed on December 4, 2009
This is wonderful writing. A theme I like to touch upon a lot. So much pain and sadness and reality wrapped up in this. Your words are poetry in motion.

Reviewed by Felix Perry
Reviewed on December 4, 2009
I must say Reg this is one of your very best...truly enjoyed and empathized with it.
fee

Reviewed on December 4, 2009
Powerful write, mon ami; c'est magnifique!

(((HUGS))) et amour, ton ami dans Texas, Karen Lynn. :(

Joyeux Noel et Bonne Annee'!!

Reviewed by Jms Bell
Reviewed on December 4, 2009
YOUR PHRASES TOUCH THE DEEPEST PART OF PAIN...A TRULY 'MOANFUL' WORK. THANKS FOR SHARING REGIS AND GOD BLESS.
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS

Reviewed by Amber Moonstone
Reviewed on December 4, 2009
Regis,
What a hauntingly sad poem. I wish I could just hug this poor man and bring him into the light with healing energy never to slip slide again.
Profoundly deep!
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"

Reviewed on December 4, 2009
Powerfully penned sadness: hopefully, this isn't a reflection of you. Well done, Regis.

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

Reviewed by Susan Smith
Reviewed on December 4, 2009
Very moving words of a wounded soul.
Susan

Reviewed by Jeanette Cooper
Reviewed on December 4, 2009
This mood and soulful poem sure fits that photo well. Sometimes I've thought of writing a poem on two areas of greatest pain in life, broken love affairs and death of a loved one. Both take something away from the one left behind. The fact that you mention "former lovers" indicates to me that you have the stamina and strength to overcome the depression and try again.

Reviewed by TONY NERONE
Reviewed on December 4, 2009
This is a very sad state of affairs. Great writing, Sir.

GOD BLESS
Tony

Reviewed by Richard Arrington (Reader)
Reviewed on December 4, 2009
A very good poem. I like the sond also.


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