Patterns

what love is

He knew the gesture so well, 

a shoe, momentarily dangling,

then slipping discarded to the floor.

He would smile, move in closer,

her barefoot laughter, light as air,

echoing in the otherwise silent room.

Soon then, they would engage, 

a murmuration of two; 

La petite mort, 

but that was before she flew,

like a frightened little bird, 

far, far away.

She knows he still thinks of her; mostly in the early morning when birdsong fills her heart with memory.

And in springtime, when the snowdrops she planted burst into  life.

And in summer, when the scent of freshly mown grass is all that assails her senses.

And in autumn, when the russet gold carpet of fallen leaves are stirred only by the wind.

And in the winter, when the first snowfall carries no trace of her footsteps, no trace at all.  

Reviews

[Terry O'Leary]

Melancholic... a moving tale told in seasons!
Very nice...

[writing mojo]

i love how you blend the weather into your muse..it's a nurture vs nature that leaves contemplating our souls in such change of the heart seasoned..excellent piece

[Tom]

The quintesscence of passion and then withdrawal and loneliness, all encapsulated so imaginatively in this enchanting and bittersweet poem!

Powerful poetry Beccy, the sentiment is indeed touching and heartfelt !

[Lydia Shutter]

Heavy sigh.....he will think of her always and forever. After sharing such a sensual life, how could he not? Lovely metaphor. Lots of emotion packed into this write. I liked it. lydi**

[Beccy]

Thank you for your insightful words T.


Beccy.

[Terpsichore]

At first glance, this seems to be written solely from the viewpoint of the man; but I suspect this is not so.

Every time I read one of your poems I am drawn in, become one with the characters, the situations you so perfectly sketch.

The third stanza is exceptional 'a murmuration of two, La petite mort, the frightened little bird,' those lines can surely only come from knowing.

Wonderful writing Beccy. T

[Beccy]

Thank you all for your comments, they are appreciated.

So true my dear Edward, so very true.


Beccy.

[Ed Hart]

some women want more than nonchalance...if the two are not met in the center, there will be no meeting at all, or waiting for the other shoe to drop

[jacob erin-cilberto]

it is sad when there is such a connection with someone, and yet that someone, maybe because of past hurt, flies away to protect herself..

i like the point of view of this...i also like the italics and how pronounced it makes all the reasons, all the memories of her that make him miss her.

the Patterns we learn of those we love...sometimes we get bored with them...but sooner or later we miss them.

this is such good writing...i also liked the last piece....those that pour out are usually the best ones, even if we don't know that (being our own worst critics).

[Coyote Poetry]

Dear Beccy. A amazing poem.
"Soon then, they would engage,
a mumuration of two;
La petite mort,
but that was before she flew,
like a frightened little bird,
far, far away."
I liked how you defined the pattern of change in the words. Using the seasons to make your point. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote