April 23 — A Poem A Day

Seasonal Heart

Old Sol claims the sky
by day, sweetening the fruit
for the harvest moon;

in your eyes I long to see
a desire for my heart,

Leaves begin to turn,
soon the air grows crisp and chill,
the sun grows aloof;

but you gift me with no smile
and hope withers in my breast.

Snow blankets the ground,
breath hangs upon frigid air
and ice rules the day;

like frost you chill my passions.
I no longer seek your charms.

Tender leaves unfurl,
life reaches toward the sky and
timid blossoms bloom;

your interest in me only flares
as my passion for you wanes.


Poetic Asides, Day 23
Prompt: write a poem regret

23 thoughts on “April 23 — A Poem A Day

    • Juliana — well, isn’t the old adage, “write what you know”? Before I met my Amoeba, I didn’t know that love came without bitterness.

  1. If only … but life must go on. Have had a few of those myself. I actually see this as a hopeful poem because the lover has turned the corner and is almost completely mended. Well done! 🙂

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    • Cherie — you are an optimist. I left the ending open so the reader could decide, did the cycle start again? Or was this the end?

    • Alice — the poem form calls for the movement through all four seasons. I remember them, even if I am no longer subject to their whims.

    • Melli — I put a lot of time and effort into this poem. Yes, it is from my archives, and didn’t just glide off the end of my pencil today.

  2. I had a guy like that in my life once, though we never actually got to dating. We just knew each other in college. I really wanted to date him, but it seemed when he sensed interest, he stayed his distance. When I was seeing someone else, then he seemed interested. Later on when I was dating my husband-to-be, I observed this guy on a date with one girl but away from her talking to other people. Weird! He seems to have settled down — he’s been married for ages and had 8 kids.

    Very nice poem! Though I think I have said that about all of them….but I haven;t come across one yet that wasn’t nice!

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    • Barbara, that is sort of what happened with this fella, except every time he’d notice my attention waning, he would do something to give me hope.

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