fairytale

I love you fairy tales, we've all been through

The sun hit my face as I woke.

I brewed two cups of coffee.

I called out to you.

I went upstairs and saw your bag next to the Creation of Adam... You weren’t home anymore.

I sat, thinking of careless Adam.

God stretched His body, Adam couldn’t lift a finger.

If I said this, you'd call me narcissist, slam the door.

You'd list reasons for Adam, proving God wrong.

I’d chase you, shout that I see a side that tries but can't fight.

But did Adam ever listen to God?

Back at the table, I sat.

The clock mocked me, counting the hours you didn’t return.

I looked at the cup, flowers faded.

Blue meant loyalty, now wilted.

I called friends for dinner�"

Friends I wouldn’t call if you were here.

They told me how much they hated you.

How I lost myself with you.

I said, “I know.”

I thought I found myself with you.

Do you remember our fights to sleep by the window?

You’d kiss me, say it doesn’t matter, I’m next to you.

Now I lie alone, not by the window.

I don’t want to sleep,

For fear you'll haunt my dreams, blaming me.

I’ll still wish for you when I wake.

“It’ll pass, baby, I’m here.

This time, the window side is yours.”

I’ll feel your kiss, your warm breath on my neck.

You’ll pull me close,

I’ll fall asleep with fairytales,

You telling me you love me, caressing my hair.

I woke up with the sun hitting my face.

Author's Note

I wrote this poem getting inspired by my friend Pekka's wonderful photographs. Thank you for letting me share it and for inspiring me by doing your job perfectly.
his instagram @pexxov

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

I feel a slight desperation in your voice; perhaps there was disagreement at some time before sleep and you were afraid you would have haunted dreams… so to alleviate this possibility you offered her the other side of the bed…. Yet you woke up with. the sun shining in your face so she didn’t take the window side I guess… some sadness in this piece and some desire, not yet fulfilled
Thank you for sharing….
Warmly B🌷

[berenongur]

Every time the sun hits my face I wake up with less pain. This somehow expresses hope again. It's hard to wake up if the sun doesn't wake me up.
thank you so much for reading and paying attention. that means a lot.
have a great weekend

[Betty Hermelee]

you are very welcome🌷
Warmly, B

[Arundass TP]

Composed poem with relevant photographs. Really loved it. Excellent writing

[berenongur]

Thank you so much sir. Your thoughts are important to me. have the best week!

[Arundass TP]

Welcome friend.

[mymind]

Very nice poetry. I felt you lost someone you loved. May be I am wrong.

[berenongur]

You are right. We have all lost someone we love at some point in our lives. thank you for your time, i am so glad that you read and like it! take care!

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

the photographs and this narrative worked so well together. there is a feeling of loneliness and abandonment throughout. it is heart-aching but beautiful. i really liked how you tied in the biographical with the metaphysical. it creates an enchanting feel, almost as if it's a dream.

[berenongur]

ah thank you so much.This is a really good comment from a good reader. It means a lot to me that you like it.Thank you for your time and the review. wishing you the best week!! take care!

[Neville]

there is much sadness here but I am glad I felt the need to stop by and take a peek .. I like the way you have worked around your friends photo's .. write on & with kind regards & much respect, Neville

[berenongur]

I am so happy about your comment. Your thoughts are highly important for me cause i like your work. I hope you will be happy to read my other poems in the future. I am very grateful for your time and interest. Thank you.

[Neville]

that would be nice .. sounds like a plan & you are most welcome .. Neville

[emmajoygreen]

This poem is wrapped in tragically painful beauty. Need pause, try to forget but, of course, will remember. Your friend's superb pictures/photos don't jar their moody but gentle beauty, but, in turn, your words duet with them. As to your words, they are precious to readers more than likely but, how do they make you feel as your eyes graze and gaze? The truth of emotions can both or either damage or partially cure.. can remove or colour. What and however, this is finely laid, is a somehow proud admission of how to feel, however hurt with - dignity.

[berenongur]

I felt seen and had to read and think about it a few times. Do you have the ability to see through people's words? This is a beautiful explanation, anything else would feel empty. Your comments are very valuable, thank you very much for your time. i am so glad that you read and reviewed.
I'll still think about this a bit...

[emmajoygreen]

A person can only try to help, depends on whether or not help is needed. Be kind to yourself.

[Chris Shaw]

The sun hit my face as I woke

The reality sinking in of lost love. A violent sun as opposed to a gentle kiss. I felt every line here. You took me back to my 28th year. I felt your pain and vulnerability.

Chris

[berenongur]

I'm sorry for your pain. The sun will burn less each day. sun is not so violent every day.
thank you for your time

[Chris Shaw]

The pain has long gone. Just the memories remain. Wonderful poetry and I enjoyed your posted images too.

[berenongur]

I wrote this poem inspired by my friend's photographs, I didn't even write it from real pain, i just inspired and created a heartbreak. i am glad your pain has gone now. i hope you are with the soft sun anymore.

[Soren]

This poem echoes the life of many who think they love find that a relationship is not what they thought. I believe that the story goes Eve was the first to disobey God and tempted Adam to join under the threat that if he didn't he would be left alone in Eden. Coercion such a common tactic. How we hold on even when we know that it is not right. Loved the flow of this poem

[berenongur]

Thinking that there was someone else (Eve) in Adam's betrayal of God made this story heavier. Isn't it scary to think about what people will do to avoid being alone? Sometimes people forget what their own limits might be, for someone else.
Excellent perspective, thank you for your time and more

[Marie]

A poignant write on love lost. Finely penned and narrated both through words and photographs. I enjoyed reading. Thank you for sharing, Beren...

[berenongur]

thank you so much, im glad you enjoyed.
have a great weekend!

[Marie]

Thank you for your greetings. I too, wish you the same...

[Chris]

THIS touched me in a way that I've missed for awhile. AND it touches after three reads now, thanks for sharing.

[berenongur]

wow im glad that... thank you so much for reading 3 times and paying attention.

[Chris]

5 times overall - actually.

[berenongur]

I hope it's just because you like this poem...If so, that would be the best compliment I've ever received.