A Farewell

These crumpled petals linger, dry and frail
A brittle souvenir of days long past
Their rosy perfume lost, the odour stale
A memory too afraid to breathe its last

For it was Spring back then, and butterflies
Could serenade the dew on blades of grass
And under Helios' watchful eyes
No semblance of a shadow could trespass

'Twas emptiness for me, despite the bloom
A distant song of chirps, and twittering
No feathered touch, no variegated plume
No love, for it was someone else's Spring

I wish that Rose may never bloom again
Nor should the old clock sound its backward chime
My vessel I have wrecked on rocks of pain
May it be swallowed whole by seas of Time!

And so I give my petals to this breeze
And may it take them swiftly where it must
Some burdens carried long, can only cease
To be; when moments crumble into dust

Reviews

[Augustus]

This is a famous poem to me already ;-) I once remember my sister quoted some of your lines... and she's right, this is a perfect piece of true and beautiful serene poetry my friend... so rich, and filled with gorgeous metaphors, of nature, and the love and pain hidden in between it.
Fantastic writing here... saved....

-Elisa

[Augustus]

Thank you so much Elisa! You made my day!

The pleasure is all mine my friend. I will be back for more of your pieces.

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This is so beautiful written it reminds of English poem. Great poem

[¿]

This reminds me a quote "Incomplete meeting is the promise of the next meet"
This poems and meaning I found as delicate as petals, like a meaning in a line can softly pass through the heart!!
Thanks for sharing😊
- Tahsin. Z

[Augustus]

Thank you Tahsin!

[A. Amos]

I agree with 'Emma Joy' review for this piece of yours, truly epic!

[Ruth]

Beautiful! So serene and palpable! I so enjoyed this - elegant and thoughtful - wow! x

[Augustus]

Thank you Poppy! :)

[Michael G. Smith]

A beautifully written tribute to forlorn love. I'm a word guy and I notice people rarely say Farewell and Perhaps these days. Anyways just throwing out a random thought.

[Madalyn Beck]

This is amazing. I adore this piece. This is a truthful write. The imagery was fantastic and the words touched my soul. A favorite in my book. Brilliant work! (:

[Augustus]

Thank you so much, Madalyn! :)

[Saddam]

this is so deep and have very gloom. Some words i did not understand properly but with the help of dictionary i keep reading until i finished it. very nice, and well deserved poem. thanks.

[Augustus]

Thank you for stopping by!

[Saddam]

my pleasure dear friend.

[Ahena MK]

loved it...great read keep crafting

[Augustus]

thank you!

[emmajoy]

This could be discovered on the foxed pages of a dusty old book .. page falling open, words weeping to be read. Tis beautiful, tis sad, tis more. Seems you've learned from the ancients but use the knowledge in such a respectful, emotional manner that your poem touches, gently, then sighs into the reader.
This is treasure, ''Twas emptiness for me, despite the bloom ~ A distant song of chirps, and twittering ~ No feathered touch, no variegated plume ~ No love, for it was someone else's Spring. '

[Augustus]

What a pleasure to have you stopping by, Emma! :) Thank you for your generous review!

[emmajoy]

You're welcome.