A Faded Face

A reflection on lost lovers.

A Faded Face

My pillows never feel a warm embrace -
my pen is always dancing in the night;
trying to describe a faded face,
splashing paint on patterns black and white -
Photographs, to me, are never certain;
the walls from which they hang are mine alone.
Our laughing ghosts could never draw the curtains
on present day's interior abode -
Though feelings (good and bad) of you are fleeting,
and Summer may encapsulate my heart,
I wish for us to share another meeting,
And then perhaps I may wish to depart.
I only need to quell a thought recurring:
A faded face may be all that you are.

Reviews

[Marianne Rose]

I love your first stanza- draws me in and makes me see all the images you use, yet communicates a melancholy too with pillows not feeling a warm embrace and the faded face. I also love the line about laughing ghosts/ interior abode- this communicates something I feel but can't articulate- I grasp at the meaning then just accept it as a phrase that makes sense to me even if I can't say how. Poetic and free. Moving in to your experience of the aftermath of meeting and the desire to meet again, no commitments, takes me back to the pillows and ghosts- like moving from dream to reality. And I also like the echo of the faded face, which ties it all up well for me. I like it- honest, magical, real, then grounded. Thank you!

[Saria Lon]

Thank you. I appreciative how in-depth your comments are. You definitely understand my mindset that went into writing these. I'm glad you like it! :D

[emipoemi]

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That is the sound of speechlessness......wow! Well done!

[Inject Positivity]

Priceless!!!

You brought some spectacular imageries here with past memories of love and the other person who was included into it... I love the word choices you have made, they speak a melancholic tone to me and the deep desire to have another meeting with that person is very relatable for many of us who have lost love in their life... A very smoothly flowing, thought provoking write frnd...

Sincerely
Dhiman

[Haseo]

the first line caught my interest.
but if I may ask why you which for another meeting, and yet to depart...?

the dancing pen is a wonderful statement, which means that you never stop writing which can mean that you have a lot of things going on with your life.

I loved the poem, great work

[Saria Lon]

Hi! Thanks. I was just thinking about some old friends whom I fear I might never see again... I would just like to see them at least one more time, to see how they're doing, to catch up, and then I would be at peace with that. :)

[Lorry]

This is beautifully penned and it is evident your pen was dancing on this occasion too. The rhythm of this piece and the words and emotions written about, dancing, splashing and laughing match this perfectly, as well as those chosen for the more sombre parts match the rhythm slowing. . A wonderful write remembering those faces are faded, but never quite disappear. Thank you for sharing.

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Lovely and poetic. Words like angels tell us about your inner world. Human desire and long. Gently and lightly very beautiful.

[Writer at last! Sky ~]

I wish for us to share another meeting,
And then perhaps I may wish to depart....

So adorable as well as heart breaking lines in the same sentences.
It seems like someone is dying to see again the beautiful fading face

[Black Jess]

'' My pen is always dancing in the night '' well , mine too xD . I can't put into words how beautiful your poem is .

[Rachel]

Absolutely beautiful poem. You have a wonderful rhythm and your imagery is stunning.

[andrew mitchell]

You captured this fading feeling so well in your imagery and the flow was so smooth. Yes how true of ex love ones fading like atoms continually rearranging til that image is gone.