Where Do You Go

Where Do You Go

A Poem by Paul in the Buff
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This probably isn't about what you think it's about. But, then again, maybe it is.

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We love to play in summer blooms
In fields of green, under a silver moon
With petals so bright
Shinning stars, and sun light
The bluest of skies
Her crystal blue eyes
Warm skin, warm within
A lover's embrace
Kindness, and grace

But where do you go
When the skies turn to gray
Empty fields where you no longer play
Scattered remains of happier days

Where do you go
When the colors all fade
Summer warm replaced by Autumn's change
When the wind rattles skeletons
Of those happier days

Do you still come to visit
When the sun goes away?
Do you still find the beauty
In these cold autumn days?
Do you still hold tightly
When everything has changed?

Where do you go
When winter's slumber begins
Eyes fade to gray
And the cold bites your skin
Will you still come to visit
And find the beauty within
A colder embrace
Less kindness, and grace

Where will you go
Until it is summer again?

© 2024 Paul in the Buff


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Your note at the top made me doubt my interpretation, haha. But I can see a couple of ways of reading. Having just ended a long marriage with the person I’d been with since I was 17, I saw some of the ideas through the lens of the ebb and flow of relationships. Some days we are in sync and the love feels invincible and other days it can feel you hardly know the person.

My first reaction, however, was a more poignant interpretation with the untimely loss of a partner. There’s a sense of absence and your switch from summer to autumn and the skeletal image makes me think of the greyness, the stasis of endings where the other person is no longer within our reach. Yet we still refer to them and they are still a presence to us. But there is a need to find a new way to be ourselves. The dark times that have to be eked through.

I agree with Joli on that skeleton of happier days line. That conveys a lot. It gives weight of emotion and a sense of movement but one where the world moves while the speaker remains still in the mind-dark. There’s a sense of time passing and life living here that conveys something essential about experience.

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Paul in the Buff

1 Month Ago

Eilis - you are quite insightful. I'm sorry for the struggles you faced, but we all have to face the.. read more
Joli Dy

1 Month Ago

I completely missed the image. Just clicked. It's stunning
Paul in the Buff

1 Month Ago

Thank you, my friend. :)



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Wow ... this IS a poem. I am listening to some jazz as I comb the cafe. Boy did your poem go well with the mood. Indeed ... where do we go when we still have embraces full of love to give and the other goes somewhere else. Wonderful, wonderful writing:)

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Paul in the Buff

1 Month Ago

Thank you! A cafe and some jazz sounds nice right around 10:30 on a Monday morning. I wish I had mor.. read more
This would be amazing verbal poetry. The words told a story of thoughts, places ands things to come. The words gentle and are heavy too. I could see the movement of seasons and the missing of something. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Paul in the Buff

1 Month Ago

Thank you. Seasons, elements, and the celestial are often parts of the metaphors I work into my poet.. read more
Coyote Poetry

2 Weeks Ago

I enjoyed the poetry and you are welcome.
Your note at the top made me doubt my interpretation, haha. But I can see a couple of ways of reading. Having just ended a long marriage with the person I’d been with since I was 17, I saw some of the ideas through the lens of the ebb and flow of relationships. Some days we are in sync and the love feels invincible and other days it can feel you hardly know the person.

My first reaction, however, was a more poignant interpretation with the untimely loss of a partner. There’s a sense of absence and your switch from summer to autumn and the skeletal image makes me think of the greyness, the stasis of endings where the other person is no longer within our reach. Yet we still refer to them and they are still a presence to us. But there is a need to find a new way to be ourselves. The dark times that have to be eked through.

I agree with Joli on that skeleton of happier days line. That conveys a lot. It gives weight of emotion and a sense of movement but one where the world moves while the speaker remains still in the mind-dark. There’s a sense of time passing and life living here that conveys something essential about experience.

Posted 1 Month Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Paul in the Buff

1 Month Ago

Eilis - you are quite insightful. I'm sorry for the struggles you faced, but we all have to face the.. read more
Joli Dy

1 Month Ago

I completely missed the image. Just clicked. It's stunning
Paul in the Buff

1 Month Ago

Thank you, my friend. :)
"When the wind rattles skeletons
Of those happier days"
I love the image of a day's skeleton.
I hope the one questioned sees what I see.


Posted 1 Month Ago


Paul in the Buff

1 Month Ago

Oh wait. Can you not use old school text emojis here because the site interprets greater than / less.. read more
Joli Dy

1 Month Ago

Like I could ever answer that question. Pshaw
Paul in the Buff

1 Month Ago

I tried to give you a heart emoji... Less than three. The comment ended up blank.... so strange.

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Paul in the Buff
Paul in the Buff

Buffalo, NY



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Just an artistic person living in a world that loves art, but too often disregards the artist. I am a photographer, and I make movies. These are pursuits that very much take precedent over my writi.. more..

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