About the Poem
Love lost to anything is a heartbreak. Love lost to death is the most painful of all. Where is the thing called "time that heals all wounds"? I haven't found it yet.
Promises Of Spring |
| by Rosemary J. Gwaltney |
| Fragrant the Honeysuckle vines Behind the back porch Where we spent the summer Swinging snugly in the gleaming Moonlight. Barn owls calling urgently Back and forth. We were lost in each other’s Smiles; hypnotized by each other’s hands Clasped together, in promises of spring. Entwined in scented dreams sweeter Than richest masses of blossoms Twisting yellow through The railing. Who could have seen it coming? The sentence of sickness Descending. When the first frost arrived Lightly dusting pumpkins and squashes, I lay alone between rows of dried cornstalks In the field beyond the chicken-house, Face down in the icy mud Weeping. |
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2 Visitor Comments
Rhiannon
This poem is really beautiful it made me cry. I. have just lost some one close. thank you
Monique
This poem hit me like a major-league baseball batter on a locomotive!Beautiful!
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