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 that coming truth

          as Autumn's leaves

          began falling

          like tears ~

          washing around

          my feet.




                  Richard W. Jenkins

                         ©2015





1st Place

"Poetry About Loss Contest"



© 2018 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 2 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

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Mr.Writer

10 Months Ago

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

10 Months Ago

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



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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 10 Months Ago


Susan  Capozzi

10 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

7 Months Ago

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

7 Months Ago

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

Posted 10 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Richard

10 Months Ago

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

9 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 10 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Zenovia

10 Months Ago

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

10 Months Ago

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

10 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 10 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Richard

10 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 11 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Richard

2 Months Ago

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

2 Months Ago

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


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Richard

11 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 11 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Richard

11 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

11 Months Ago

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

11 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 1 Year 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 1 Year Ago



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