Beside the pond ⁓ (wistful)

Beside the pond ⁓ (wistful)

A Poem by Richard
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Free Verse

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       Beside the pond ~


          Alone,

          I sat beside the pond

          this morning.


          Early sun ...

          vibrant in its warm flush

          of golden welcome

          came cascading down

          from the treetops,

          embracing grass,

          gifting colors vividly alive,

          lifting flowers' faces …

          with their honey-pollened smiles.


          I was amazed

          at how the breeze knew

          I missed you

          or was even thinking of you,

          but I’d swear

          it touched mine with your cheek,

          slid a wisp of your locks

          across my shoulder,

          and became the sweetness

          of your breath.

 

          Olive oil and rose bouquet ...


          ... it hung for awhile

          in the morning air,

          a fragrant marker

          along a trail of yesterdays,

          leading to You ...

          places of dreams and hope,

          of love and laughter

          and impossible possibilities.

 

          I almost started to believe

          I’d turn my head ~

          and you’d be there.


          Each year

          has come and gone …

          You, like fertile mana

          ever glowing, growing

          in my heart.


          It’s said all things end,

          and walking back to the house,

          I sensed the coming truth

          as Autumn's leaves

          began falling

          like tears ~

          washing around

          my feet.




                  Richard W. Jenkins

                         ©2015





1st Place

"Poetry About Loss Contest"



© 2017 Richard



Author's Note

Richard
Picture is courtesy of Wikimedia Commons.
Constructive criticism is always welcomed and appreciated. : )

I was asked to post a Free Verse for a change; so, here one is … hope you enjoy.

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I loved the gentle imagery that you created, that ended with a poignancy indicated by the falling leaves.
Although not normally a writer ( or lover) of free verse, I felt that this worked particularly well. You may have helped to change my inhibited views. Thank you.

Posted 1 Year Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

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Mr.Writer

8 Months Ago

Umm... ok?!
J. J.  Nightingale

7 Months Ago

Tetchy ???????????



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Beautiful......very emotive, delightfully expressed, yet so sad, your work is extremely powerful - my heart constricted and it made me want to cry - love it :)

Posted 8 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Richard

8 Months Ago

Thank you ever-so joyfully, Dear Lady-Poet!
Your words of praise, keen-minded commentary, and.. read more
' your breath. - Olive oil and rose bouquet ... .. it hung for awhile - in the morning air, - a fragrant marker - along a trail of yesterdays, - leading to You '

Richard, whilst I've read if not reviewed most of your poems, hand on heart, i think this Free Verse is YOU, the Man. I've choked with tears, reading it twice.. found such golden moments wrapped in your phrasing, ' . it hung for a while - in the morning air, - a fragrant marker - along a trail of yesterdays,'

You've shown such love for a love that is still with you, surely; your words lay tightly bonded, sincere, finely striking a balance of poetry with style. Truly beautiful.

Posted 8 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Richard

7 Months Ago

Thank you ever so warmly, Em! : )
emmajoy

7 Months Ago

Just re.read my review, there were so many typos, think i was still recovering.. 'apologise profusel.. read more
Richard

7 Months Ago

Both ways were and are beautiful, Em … sincere thanks for the special care. 🌼
This is sheer poetry in motion... I don't know if i am that good to write a review for such an incredible work... I loved it . The words used are so sweet and poetic. It takes the reader to vivid imaginary land. Great write

Posted 8 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Richard

8 Months Ago

Thank you, Dear Poet! : )
I am so very grateful you found this little piece , read it, and le.. read more
heartspeaks

8 Months Ago

pleasure is all mine
An absolute pleasure to read from start to finish. I felt like I was the one sitting by the pond the whole time. It pulled me in!
A wonderfully written free verse.

Paul


Posted 8 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Richard

7 Months Ago

Thank you, Dear Paul, sincerely and gratefully*
I thought I saw you there that day, in the da.. read more
This is so unbelievably beautiful. You really captured the very essence of ones soul...even if they are gone. I have had a lot of loss in my life..and I know this feeling. Lilacs, the smell of lilacs and I am a child again with a very special woman in my life.this poem captures those feelings so perfectly..sigh, another one of your poems bringing me to tears from the memories it is invoking...it's a poem I want to hang on to...and just re read over and over again.

Posted 8 Months Ago


Susan  Capozzi

8 Months Ago

more....there is a comfort to this poem. that in a way, those we have lost are still ever present in.. read more
Richard

4 Months Ago

Gosh, Susan!
I completely missed your beautiful review. The site often does not notify me of .. read more
Susan  Capozzi

4 Months Ago

No worries Richard.. :-)
Beautiful. A amazing poem my friend.
Coyote

Posted 8 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Richard

7 Months Ago

Thank you ever-so gratefully, John!
Your praise is more than ample payment for my humble effo.. read more
Coyote Poetry

7 Months Ago

You are welcome my friend.
I was amazed
at how the breeze knew
I missed you
or was even thinking of you,
but I’d swear
it touched mine with your cheek,
slid a wisp of your locks
across my shoulder,
and became the sweetness
of your breath....


It's a beautiful pond you got for your self....

The words flow through the wind and reaches my ears... every word is absolute beauty...



I almost started to believe
I’d turn my head ~
and you’d be there.

Such wishful thinking :)
We all do when we miss someone who has gone...wishing for them to be back in life with us.

I loved all of it ;)
Zenovia

Posted 8 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Zenovia

8 Months Ago

Richard when did I become veronia lol veronica still sounds better don't you think ;)
Richard

8 Months Ago

OOPS!
Believe me, Myrtle, I had no other woman on my mind … LOLOL!
Zenovia

8 Months Ago

Ya...I can see that lol
a fantastic free verse, i can just imagine sitting there. a truly remarkable piece.makes me want to get on and write,you have true talent

Posted 8 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Richard

8 Months Ago

Thank you, Tracey, for your lovely and inspiring review and warming compliment!
Blessings upo.. read more
Again a lovely picture....I really liked this piece of yours..you might have a beautiful inspiration for all your writings sir...just want to know the meaning of fertile mana

Posted 9 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Richard

3 Days Ago

Aw, Dear Horizon,
How could I have missed your lovely, thoughtful review … I am sooo sorry!.. read more
horizon

1 Day Ago

You never need to say sorry sir..thank you for the meaning sir.. I think its the Hindi word mana whi.. read more

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