In The End

In The End

 

Sometimes

no matter what you do,

it doesn’t matter.

People come

          go,

though you want them to stay,

to sing their songs;

to reach for moonlit nights

with exploding nebulae

while standing on Saturn’s rings

and make me smile at your

          audacity

          and wistfulness.

 

I wanted you to stay,

to keep me human,

remind me there is

          humane-ness;

instill in me the music

and poetry of your words spoken;

remind me of your

African Violet dreams.

Dreams of fuzzy green leaves,

of purple petals,

          yellow centers

and how they loved

the early morning sun.

 

But in the end

          it didn’t matter.

You are gone

          and everything is

          memories…..

 

Aztec Warrior/redzone    1.4.17 

Author's Note

...thanks for reading....

Reviews

[aLittlePain]

Curt, this is so sad but beautifully penned. I find honouring memories can keep them present. I thought of my late fiancé who lives on brightly in my heart and mind. Such beautiful poetry, so
much heart! R xo

[Papaya]

This is so beautiful and sad. We cannot keep people alive, but we can keep them alive in our hearts and thoughts.

[redzone]

thanks Papaya...she will live for a long time...

[Papaya]

You are welcome. :)

[Lyn Anderson]

This is a beautiful write. So simple, yet emotion in every single line. My mind immediately jumped to my gramma and all her beautiful African Violets. Her home was like a tropical paradise, and me, well, I can't keep a cactus alive ... Anyhow, a lovely and heartfelt poem.

[redzone]

when I was young mom had African Violets and she allowed me to water them... I have tried to have them at various times in my life but like you couldn't keep them alive... my "thumb" is deadly, not green... thanks KL for your review....

[William Liston]

This is easily one of the most evocative pieces I've read ~ not just on this site, but in general. I know I don't review you often, but that's only because of how much I admire your poetry. The sensations your work evokes inside of me are almost too powerful to describe. I think my reviews would become vague and/or repetitive if I reviewed you often. Your poetry is so dream-like and feathery ... it makes me feel as though I'm floating on clouds. I like how your works make the unordinary seem beautiful. You have a way of taking things, describing them in the most unusual ways and making your descriptions seem almost too perfect.

You especially demonstrated those skills well in this piece. Look at the first stanza for example ~ how (in the first seven lines) the descriptions are rather normal then, with the "reach for moonlit nights" line, they become more bizzare (can't think of a better word) and vividly alive. Seriously, the descriptions in this piece are other-worldly ... they make so much sense yet no sense at all ... it's like you're describing something that only angels can comprehend. I felt this piece with every bit of my heart. Great job creating emotion.

- William Liston

[redzone]

thank you William, glad the poem moved you in this way... your review touched me and is appreciated.. again thanks

[wordman]

i guess everything has to come to a end,but our memories live on forever,,lovely touching write

[redzone]

thanks Ron... thanks for your words