San Antonio

 

A white moth rustles
beneath the old wooden
bench at 5 a.m.
  where you used to have
  morning coffee with me,
while overhead is a
signboard that reads
'Welcome to San Antonio!'
It swings back and forth
like a childhood sweetheart
waving outside my window.
  How many sunrises
   will it take 
  until its paint peels?
  How many sunsets
   will it make 
  until the letters fade?
For now
 I guess
my only choice is to wait
with my cup of coffee
on this chipped wooden seat.
Just like any other morning,
  only colder now.

Author's Note

Amor es gozar mucho y llorar luego mucho más.― Sappho

Reviews

[Belle]

until the sun will not show
until no water to pour
in the cup of coffee
i will savour still each moment
as I wait on the bench

as long as there are
more than thousands of
words I can bestow
I will write what I ache you to know
Until the moment you show…

Isn’t that immortal love?
If we truly love the person we persist, we dare to do things beyond ordinary, at times we patiently wait until we feel their sweet embrace…

M&M, you have set fire here that touches other spirit!!

I want you to know, I love benches- Sigh, I always wish I can sit and spend even just a moment with someone on a bench and even without saying any word that someone understands the deeper me -- completely…

[Androglossia]

Belle, those lines are gorgeous! I'm in awe. And yeah, it's immortal love. I haven't thought of waiting as immortal love until now. Your comment is somewhat enlightening.

...someone on a bench and even without saying any word that someone understands the deeper me -- completely… this is just OVERWHELMING. Thanks for spending time reading me out of your busy sched, Belle. Much appreciated.

[shallimarRose]

"It swings back and forth
like a childhood sweetheart
waving outside my window."

Creo que esto es un poema muy lleno de tristeza. Un recuerdo que no se puede dejar ir. Disfrute de su café "como cualquier otra mañana sólo frío ahora".

La poesía es buenísima. Gracias. shallimarRose

[Androglossia]

Bueno, I think high caliber poems mostly talked about sadness so I was trying to imitate the concept although my poems don't have the same degree of worth:) Gracias por leer y comentar, shallimarRose!

[shallimarRose]

Don't sell your self short.. The most emotional poem for me that I have ever read was only four words.. A picture of a dried out apricot hanging on a bare limb and the poem read simply "Afraid to let go" poem and photo was by Nyla Alyssa on myspace.. Those four words tore at my heart and mind and i have never forgotten it. Your poem was very good and written with depth. xo sR

[Androglossia]

Very nice of you to say that. Thank you:)

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Wonderful words from a fellow hopeless romantic...
I love this part

while overhead is a
signboard that reads
'Welcome to San Antonio!'
It swings back and forth
like a childhood sweetheart
waving outside my window.

So very clever.

[Androglossia]

Thank you, Hopeless Romantic No. 1 :) Glad you liked it.

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

My pleasure :)

[Melobldnfr]

I can even hear the sound of the sign swinging. That in itself is chilling. "Like a childhood sweetheart waving outside my window." So exuberant, yet in slow motion. A lovely sigh. Xo.

[Androglossia]

Yeah it's evoking eerie atmosphere:) You just made me realize it. Thanks for reading and commenting, Mel.

[Androglossia]

I instantly think here of a soul, who comes to visit you my dear, it could be one transformed into the white moth, in the now, but also in the past... or even from out of not being alive anymore...
Your poetry always says so much within a few lines, that's truly amazing... I see you truly sitting there chipped wooden seat, thinking, observing the world, and the little world around you, this is a beauty write!!! perfection M.

- Elisa

[Androglossia]

Your insight my dear is a beauty in itself, opening another window for a different level of interpretation which made this poem versatile. I liked that. Glad you enjoyed it beautiful one :)

I'm so sorry, I've missed this one... I did, it was beautiful, came back again today :D xx

[Dr. Wood ?]

well this tells a very long and involved story in so few lines...An art in itself

[Androglossia]

Thanks for sharing your thoughts, Dr. Wood. Glad you liked it.

[wunder]

~your poems are always so truly emotional-i love!~
~this poem is somber-pure and magnificent~ :))
~"How many sunrise
until the paint peels?
How many sunset
until the letters fade?"~

~pssst~i love the quote~ :))

[Androglossia]

Thank you, James! Really appreciate your time and your kind words.

[wunder]

~very welcome~ :)

[Blissful Sin]

It has a sad, mournful feeling to it... but it is still very enchanting and beautiful.

I enjoyed this a lot.

-Bliss

[Androglossia]

Thank you, Bliss! Glad you enjoyed it.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

an absolutely mournful but beautifully visual scene painted here maryanne...love the sign swinging back and forth in a wave. i think you meant "sunrises" and "sunsets"--

at the end...great line..i am waiting with my cup of coffee still, only colder now.

there is a great abstractness to this piece...like an unfinished conversation.

[Androglossia]

I loved your take on this jacob. Thank you for checking this out.

[gabrielle]

Your have that distinct voice that pierced deep the heart and soul, Maryanne. i could definitely feel the longing in this piece. i just want to hug you right now...

[Androglossia]

I'm glad you can relate, Gab. I couldn't thank you enough.