Another lonely Sunday afternoon

Another lonely Sunday afternoon

 

Another lonely Sunday afternoon

Winter breathes its chilled winds of splintered hopes

and browns sits where once played greens

Empty stems lack their beauty

Wilted vines weave fragile on weathered fence posts

As one shadow stretches this back porch

and another beer is opened

 

Staring off into nothing,

understanding this feeling in barren breaths

Watching leafless trees beg forgiveness

as gray skies paint my eyes

in broken twigs and braided fears

Yet this too shall end with sun warmed days

as spring makes its triumphant return

 

Still thoughts of wayward emotions fill my mind…

will I see this spring, breathe this air,

watch butterflies frolic in a nectar’d haze

drinking in the beauty of the season or sit here

counting rain etched floor boards

gazing at my eternal winter, by myself ~ unloved…

on another lonely Sunday afternoon

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

Aching distress throughout your poem. I could almost hear the beer can popping in the silence of a Sunday afternoon. The imagery is so vivid, you brought me to the scene....but of course if all your readers are with you, how can you be lonely? :) Springtime is just around the corner, Jack. Truth is, there is always a bit of light at the end of winter’s tunnel if you look for it. May your days be sun-warmed soon. Heartfelt poetry! Lydi**

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Lydi. Now you know...beer can talk, especially on a lonely Sunday afternoon. I appreciate you my friend.

[Brianna Brie]

I always related the cold to loneliness so, I am appreciating your use of the metaphor. The way you whip it around to say spring will arrive, but wonder if you will remain in winter is brilliant. Well done!

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much Brianna. I am thrilled you enjoyed this.

[Sami Khalil]

It is an empty feeling indeed when we feel unloved, uncared for , unshared moments with . Life seems going to nowhere but that cold winter stings and wayward emotions. Those hibernating ones are wide open in the dark nights...Another great one...:)................

[Jack...]

Hibernation...why didn't I think of that. Thanks so much my friend.

[Sami Khalil]

Yep. You are welcome...:)....................

[ron]

This is a great poem about how a lot of us feel. You are not unloved are forgotten about Jack.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Ron. Sometimes it does feel that way.

[ron]

I know how you feel Jack. It becomes great material for poetry but makes cold company.

[Mark]

'Eternal winter' how many of us have trapped ourselves somewhere that seems so inevitable so walled that we never think to realize how it was ourself that put us there? We must all bring our own Spring. No one can do anything but help. There are a few grammatical errors in this might want to proofread it.

[Jack...]

Ok, I think I got them all. Thanks my friend.

[Chris]

You may be alone there in that chair on that porch - but unloved? No man, you ARE loved and thought about.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Chris. Nice catch...see what happens when you've opened one too many beers? :)

[Chris]

It's not the "openings", it IS seeming to remember that hollow leg we had as youngsters as if we still were. Chuckling here

[Frieda P]

You've aptly pen'd a cold, broken spirit here Jack, such a forlorn read yet filled with captivating beauty, 'eternal winter' wish I had written that, and hope not my friend...

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Frieda. I have an extra chair on that proch if you'd care to join me.

[Frieda P]

I'll bring coffee, only if you promise to smile on that sad porch. ;-)

[Jack...]

Would I have any other choice...I think not.

[Frieda P]

Wise man.........................

[Emerald Seas]

I think January, with the cold and still dark days, provide an all too comfortable setting for sadness to seep in and inspire such sorrowful, yet magnificently written poetry. I raise my glass to you, my friend. Cheers! The lonely days are temporary. Soon the promise of spring and new colors bursting forth, begging for you to get out and explore will shed the blues away. Hugs!

[Jack...]

We can only hope my friend. Thanks so much for your kind words.

[Emerald Seas]

You're welcome, Jack.

[Pryde Foltz]

Look close. my friend, those browns are burgundy and they are winking at you. Have a beer for me, only make it wine.

[Jack...]

Wine it is...thanks so much Pryde...I looked, but it seems they are snickering not winking. :)

[Pryde Foltz]

easiest enough to shift.

[Kellyrose]

Jack, beautifully written; incredibly sad. When I look at your picture of winter, I see winter's beauty.

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much Kelly.