Memories of Summer
regrets lie around like dead flowers in the garden
the season for fresh blooms is gone i prepare for winter
leaving wet suits on the line summer's laughter fleeting
yet my heart is filled with the warm cargo of summer beach parties
picnics hold the shell to your ear gentle breezes heard
waves pound the shore seagulls scream the sun sets in the west
regrets left behind to return another season with thoughts of you
hearts entwined with silver thread there is no danger we will forget
our tongues lap warm milk from the bowl you were torn from me
years gobbled up your brindled coat thrown over the chair
your presence remains memories of summer fill my heart
from the bridge i see the ship leaving shore
mist settles in the view becomes obsure the afternoon light
lingers still, i try to follow the ship until out of sight
there is a trail across the water white foam reflections of sky
with a tiny needle i make small stitches to hold memories together
bind pages into the book whisper words hoping you will hear
October 7, 2016
So beautifully written and felt Annell - you got right through with this one and had my eyes moistening up... Delightfully vivid and tender too... Thanks so much and the perfect piece to finish with for the time being... x
This is the season to recall, to remember what's past. Yet there is a voice of hope in your voice... well rendered my friend.
This is very poignant, the remembering, the lapping of warm milk from the bowl, the one torn from you, the tiny stitches of remembering....sigh. A most gorgeous poem, my friend.
He hears..and my heart and love goes to your fingers quietly stitching keeping all that's important safe - at sun up and sun down..always watching over xo
'i make small stitches to hold memories together, bind pages into the book, whisper words hoping you will hear'
Beautiful lines Annell ❤️
Indeed those regrets somehow keep hanging around,don't they? We may get rid of them for one season, but there is always another season....and they always DO resurface!
This is one of your best Annell. So full of beautiful memories that readers can immerse themselves in.
One tends to want to spend a long time on reading your pieces, to allow the images to form and relate to one another.
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