I wrote this sad poem for a dear friend of mine, who, after being in a loving relationship for two years, found out the man she was in love with was married to another. As we cried together and I heard her story, I tried to convey her thoughts into words. I can only hope that I did her story justice. Joy
In the autumn of the year
When the leaves were turning golden
Your love created in me a
A Magic burst of Springtime
That promised to remain bright
Through a long and cold winter
When you gazed into my eyes
I was held in suspension
Not complely trusting you
I wanted to return to me
Because being a part of you
Was somehow frightening
You said "Trust me, my love
For I will lead you"
But your path was rocky
Scattered with hurt and deception
Now springtime
Has the pallor of winter...
And lies cold
Within my heart.
Joy, You managed to express the pain of loss and betrayal...that is difficult for anyone to do unless you can see the pain in their eyes and feel it in your heart. You managed to do it with ease and conviction.
Amor
Very imaginative Joy from Autumn to a bust of Sprigtime. Very well penned. Good choice of words in your description. God Bless. George AKA THE WISE OLD OWL
Sad, but a beautifully written poem;it is my hope that your friend has found the motivation to face forward toward many more promising springs and summers.
Continued success/
Barbara J Henry
Such pain is not easily expressed in poetic lines,
but you succeeded with great skill and understanding.
Your friend should love this poem, Joy. I know that
I do. -gene.
Vividly poignant (do I overuse this word?) In my mind I am reminded of the words of Lord Tennyson."I hold it true, whate'er befall;
I feel it, when I sorrow most;
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all." Tissue, please.....Jim
Wonderfully told!
Wow, what a blend of dark and light as her love guided her down and then back to herself. I am sure you were a wonderful friend to cry to, through all the pain.
Blessings,
Christine
Joy, It's a lovely piece, but you treated him way to nicely..... You and I are usually on the same page, but I'd have had to carve him up a little bit,,,,, of course, just for the sake of my friend, but never the less we'd have sliced his ass up.....!!!!
Great write though... Thanks Dick
Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)
Reviewed on June 4, 2011
Oh my I feel so much pain within these lines sweet lady..I certainly hope you are ok my sweet friend...sighhh...stay safe and well...Hugss
THIS WORK HAS A ESSENCE OF SADNESS BUT OF HOPE ALSO. THANK GOD FOR CHANGE OF SEASONS. FOR EVEN IF SPRING TIME STILL HOLDS WINTERS CHILL...THERE IS SUMMER'S SUN TO LOOK FORWARD DO, WHICH, IF ONE LETS IT, WILL MELT THAT FROST WHICH BEGAN IN AUTUMN. A WONDERFUL SHARING...ENJOYED. THANKS. LOVE, BLESSINGS * FAITH...
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
You captured the seasons of love in a wonderful poetic fashion that shows how deceit tears one apart.
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on June 4, 2011
The mischief that falsely professed love can bring is sad and very hurtful. There are those who use love as a weapon to subjugate and control another human being. The results of these sad stories range from emotional upheaval to suicide and often murder. Playing insincerely with love is an ugly, ugly game. This was a very good poem on the subject of manipulation.
I met Jerome on a busy city street in Baltimore, Maryland, when he was forty-five years old. On that particular day, I was out and about, enjoying a much-needed day off from work.
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Amor
Continued success/
Barbara J Henry
In Christs Love
Michelle~
but you succeeded with great skill and understanding.
Your friend should love this poem, Joy. I know that
I do. -gene.
Anna
I feel it, when I sorrow most;
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all." Tissue, please.....Jim
Wow, what a blend of dark and light as her love guided her down and then back to herself. I am sure you were a wonderful friend to cry to, through all the pain.
Blessings,
Christine
Great write though... Thanks Dick
fee
which you try to come to terms with
in an elegant write.
John
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
but love remains to grow
~Lady Joy~
You captured the sadness
now to embrace the gladness
Lady Vivian