Seasons of Love

I've always been fascinated with beginnings, endings, cycles.

I could taste the reasons 
in the flavor of seasons. 
You ran through me 
like ice in Spring. 

I was the lone mountain 
watching a flowing fountain. 
Thirsty for love; 
you made me sing. 

Tangled up, two souls 
sometimes make two holes 
aching when cut 
where we did cling. 

Feeling your heart still, 
the healed scars fill 
the cold hollow 
Winter will bring.

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

The circle of life flows with poignancy and romance in this one. Your metaphor is perfect. It does seem that there is physical damage (adding to the emotional damage) done to a body when a relationship ends. Well written. Lydi**

[Mark]

It feels like something being torn away from you yes. thanks for reading.

[Angi]

I love how you brought the seasons into it. Love can drill so deep, entwine and bind us up. We are full of scar tissue. This is neatly done in few words. You know how much I like that skill, Mark. Angi~

[Mark]

Yes dear friend. You and I are of like minds in that regard! :)

[icelandicblue]

I love how you used the seasons in this piece. The rhyming really helped the poem flow from one season to the next.

[Mark]

Thank you. I'm glad you liked it.

[Gobinder Singh Dhindsa]

Well Done! Keep it up! Do u read mine 2 TIME and MANNER..if possible then gives ur review.. U can also add me on facebook

[Mark]

I did read and review MANNER... I'll look at 2 TIME when I"m not so tired.

[PP]

Wonderful piece of write, moods of love encapsulated in seasons that pass by our souls :)

[Mark]

Thank you Prathama :)

[PP]

My pleasure :)

[Robbie~xoxo~]

Such melancholy thoughts... love can be intricate in it's cycle, but truly worth it.
Nice meter and rhyme... Wonderfully penned!

[Mark]

Glad you liked it Robbie :)

[Nick.B]

This flows very well, great piece love the last stanza that shows that love is still out there...great job

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i really see this as hopeful ...at the end i feel this speaker has finally found a love to cling to...one that makes him no longer feel like the lone mountain.

this is a beautiful piece...your rhyme is natural...because i am not a fan of it either, but i am a fan of this poem.

born in New Hampshire? ah yes...i spent so many summers as a kid in Ryegate Vt across the river from Woodsville, NH...

pretty state.

jacob

[Mark]

I was born in the White Mountains, Berlin to be exact and was raised until I was 12 in Loudon (before they built the race track there) and Andover ME. Every time I go back, even though I haven't lived there for much more than a year since becoming an adult, it still feels like home. Maybe it's sitting with my cousins and uncles and doing shots and beers in good old Irish tradition. :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

wow the White Mountains...beautiful...are you familiar with Ryegate VT? a mile from Wells River...

[Mark]

I have an uncle near Ryegate I think. I have to confess though the only time I've really spent in VT is travelling I-91 to get to I-93.

[Drifter]

Generally, I like it. Makes me feel a myriad of conflicting emotions. Though I'm not overly fond of rhyming poems these days, I think it worked well with your piece. Bravo. :)

[Mark]

Thanks Drifter... are you the same one that I met on PDB?

[Drifter]

Haha, I thought you looked familiar. Yeah, I'm whitestar_drifter on that site.

[Mark]

Cool :D