Another lonely Sunday afternoon

Another lonely Sunday afternoon

 

Another lonely Sunday afternoon

Winter breathes its chilled winds of splintered hopes

and browns sits where once played greens

Empty stems lack their beauty

Wilted vines weave fragile on weathered fence posts

As one shadow stretches this back porch

and another beer is opened

 

Staring off into nothing,

understanding this feeling in barren breaths

Watching leafless trees beg forgiveness

as gray skies paint my eyes

in broken twigs and braided fears

Yet this too shall end with sun warmed days

as spring makes its triumphant return

 

Still thoughts of wayward emotions fill my mind…

will I see this spring, breathe this air,

watch butterflies frolic in a nectar’d haze

drinking in the beauty of the season or sit here

counting rain etched floor boards

gazing at my eternal winter, by myself ~ unloved…

on another lonely Sunday afternoon

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Reviews

[emmajoy]

'.. Watching leafless trees beg forgiveness ~ as gray skies paint my eyes ~ in broken twigs and braided fears .. ' ~ in spite of the sadness of this poem, its need and loneliness, there's so much beauty here that i almost forgot the theme. You have a way but, please, dear goodness, this is imagination rather than reality, my friend from over the ocean.

[Jack...]

My imagination does take hold often, but reality is a way of life. Thanks so much my friend.

[emmajoy]

The combination of both needs care to and of hand and heart, doesn't it.

(meant to add - your choice of picture is perfect.)

[Jack...]

Sometimes it just doesn't seem worth it and other times it does. I guess it depends on the day. Thanks so much Emma.

[emmajoy]

Every day's worth something.. most of all, waking up.. (my friend)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

winter and barren landscape seem to be so inspiring to poets, for some reason...i find november such a cold, in-between kind of month, but write a lot during that time too..

the desolate wasteland of winter is so aptly described here...and the hope for rebirth with spring...

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Jacob. I appreciate you stopping by today.

[s y e]

// Still thoughts of wayward emotions fill my mind…
will I see this spring, breath this air,
watch butterflies frolic in a nectar’d haze //

I was just about to ask you to upload a poem because I have been so wanting to read more from you today, and then you did, and I have the biggest smile because I get to read you again but it's sad now because of your afternoon...

You are never unloved, Jackomantic. For one, I'm here and I love ya loads! :) You're the bestest friend anyone could ask for and you're never alone. Frieda and I are only a message away, and you know that.

Smile for me my friend,
for when you smile,
they whole world is smiling with you...
but when you are sad and feeling blue
the whole world is feeling blue with you too.

Lame, I know, but I wanted to make you smile....?

[Jack...]

Thanks so much my friend. Went looking for my smile today...funny, I found it right here with your review.

[s y e]

I do try...ha! Glad to put a smile on your face my friend.

[Jack...]

I know you do and I appreciate it.

[s y e]

But I appreciate you more. :)