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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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The images you have described are lovely, but more than that is the soft tone of your words...sad, yet beautiful. Anyone who has felt loss will relate to your words. You have a wonderful gift. Julie

Posted 9 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Richard

9 Months Ago

Dear Julie,
When you've suantered along, selecting one of my pieces to grace with your own, a.. read more
A very beautiful imagery you have described here.
I could feel your emotions. I like the way yo have described the nature and that serves as a great metaphor. I loved the ending the way that you have come back to reality after being so immensely lost in thoughts and realised the fact that all things come to end and at that precise moment you have written about falling of the autumn leaves which not only shows the season but also shows the deep thoughts of your heart.

Posted 9 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Richard

9 Months Ago

Dear Najam,
I am not sure what I've done to earn such a lovely and touching review from a lov.. read more
Najam Us Saher

9 Months Ago

You've left me speechless. I am out of words. 😊
Richard

9 Months Ago

Somehow, Sweet Najam, I doubt it! ; )
Do only poets write about lost love. To seek it out in the hope that it isn't really gone. That our will alone will bring it back. I feel such empathy for you in this. I know that we must endure the pain so that we can experience and appreciate the ecstasy.

Posted 11 Months Ago


I think this is my favorite free verse poem of yours ... it's certainly beautiful and captivating with its vivid imagery and gentle descriptions. This poem had a wistful atmosphere to it, and I could feel that more and more with each line. What made this piece even better was how much you focused on the sound ... the euphony and wordflow made the words dance across the page.

I have one little quibble: In line six of the second stanza, the "and the awe in me" felt redundant for two reasons: First, this stanza focuses on nature so the focus on the self seems out of place. Also, that phrase tells of an idea that can already be inferred from the beautiful descriptions alone. Whether you change it or not, this is still a brilliant piece.

- William Liston

Posted 11 Months Ago


beautiful ..wouldn't change a thing ...very engrossing for me ..by the time i reached the closing i felt enough of this heartbreak to say "oh no! ...not the end!!!" :( so well done says i! and what a great pic .. and your speaker (it is inferred) goes to that place ...to see if hope can be nurtured ..to grieve and move on .. but each time ... he knows he will return again .. that's my ending anyway ;) and way in the distance his pain will be lessened enough so that he begins to forget ... amen! i am an optimist you see ;))
like i said ..very engaging read ..its a fine emotive painting for me!
E.

Posted 11 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Richard

11 Months Ago

Gosh, Gene!
What a wonderful review to receive from one of my most admired writers … you've.. read more
Beautiful...simply beautiful. Truly touched my heart.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Richard

1 Year Ago

Thank you for reading this piece, for your praise, and expressed emotion. ⁓ Richard
Beautiful captivating imagery that took me to the place you described, and helped me feel the love and longing as it unfolded. The words are lush, full of life and vitality. And yes, poignant because of the subject. I felt the vividness of the memory of the one with you, and yes, expected to see someone standing there. Wistful sadness, and enduring love. Thank you.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Love the poem dear it flows very elegant and free and the imagery as if I was there really I cannot correct this for your poems always hit the viral points bravo dear

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Raylene

1 Year Ago

Lol Richard you honor me with the invite
Richard

1 Year Ago

Dear Raylene,
I bow most gracefully to your sweet, effulgent charm ! ⁓ RJ
Raylene

1 Year Ago

Thank you dear
By far one of the better pieces I've read on here. At first I thought this would be a simple descriptive piece of your surroundings. But, at least this is what I've gotten from this piece, the way you lulled the reader into a sense of security before unveiling the true "plot" of the poem was fantastic. Your use of basic senses, I say basic but you've evidently gone past that in your descriptive terms, to explain emotion is utterly superb.

When the piece went from descriptive on your setting, to a love lost I really began to connect with it. It felt like you went from gentle imagery, to hard hitting emotion without blasting it at the reader.

Fantastic piece!

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Richard

1 Year Ago

Hi, Roy! : )
A most warm and gracious welcome to the site and my humble pages.

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