Nostalgia

A poem...

Early light casts,

Upon a bed unmade.

Rumpled covers,

-absent lovers,

the memory will fade.

Reminisce,

-old reveries

I stare upon,

-the autumn trees.

Through my window,

-and think of Spring.

Think of you,

-remembering:

Late nights,

-still awake.

Talking, laughing,

-'til dawn breaks.

Cigarettes,

-I still have yet,

To clear,

-from the ashtray

To keep regret,

-out of way.

Laid in bed

-pillow talk.

But now our figures,

-are drawn in chalk.

Disappeared,

-faded.

A memory,

-abated. 

But it doesn't last,

-I make the bed.

I clear the memory,

-from my head.

I dump the ashtray,

-and look away.

From the window,

-and face the day.

Author's Note

I wrote this poem as an example for my first blog entry "Setting the Stage". The blog was a sort of mini lesson on how to create imagery and set the stage for a place in a poem. Check out the blog and let me know what you guys think, but also let me know what you think of the poem ^^

Reviews

[RachelReaper]

the rhyming time was spot-on, nice job with that. It had a nice beat to it that I could follow all the way through and just enjoyed reading it in general.

[MachinaWriter]

Thanks, I'm glad you enjoyed it. ^^ I just wrote a new poem today and would love to hear your views on it. Its called Liberty and Treachery.

[RachelReaper]

alright, I'll go check it out.

[*~*Butterfly Kisses*~*]

Great imagery, I can picture a lonely soul without his partner trying to move on. A profound, and sadly relatable write for many.

[Kelsey]

This is quite beautiful. All of your work is beautiful in its own way. I think this was very fitting for your blog entry, and it stands alone wonderfully.

[Hester Vane]

I think this poem is perfect for the blog you mentioned. A great piece once again!