Lovers gazing at the sea and each other.
Bringing on a sense of calm.
— Busy minds quickly silenced.
Meditating to shorebird psalms.
Sun-kissed skin soothed —
By the warmth of its healing balm.
Floating away the lovely day.
In a passionate tranquil sea.
Slowly the perfect day started to fade away. —
Flowing shades of coral essence…
Sauntered across the sky.
A panoramic dying day…
Vanished before our eyes.
Crescent moon minister…
Bonfire flames vigil’s light…
Honoring the day's memories —
Burning well into the night.
His weak hands reached out to give me the bowl. “I want you to have it.”
He whispered as a tear flowed from his eye.
“I couldn’t possibly buy it — it means so much to you.”
I murmured. “You took the time to listen to an old man grumble”
he replied. “I don’t need it – I will be with her one day soon”
he sighed with a smile.
He stared into the silver bowl — and remembered.
He stared into the silver bowl — and remembered.
The day a lifetime of love started blooming.
Amongst the tarnish in the bottom of the bowl.
His reflection showed a sunset looming.
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Amongst the tarnish in the bottom of the bowl.
His reflection showed a sunset looming.
Photo: Unsplash
http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/
Such a wonderful story and poetic verse Vicki....I love the sentiment held within that bowl. A beautiful message shared here!!
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DeleteIs it okay with you if I share this one on FB? I would love to share it!
ReplyDeleteOf course you can, thank you, Carrie.
DeleteYes, I think it could happen just this way. A beautiful poem!
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DeleteThis is absolutely breathtaking!💞
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DeleteSad and lovely !
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DeleteAh, such a well-rounded and heartfelt tale. The conversation and the imagery of a passing day/life in different ways make for a thoughtful verse. Well-penned! :-)
ReplyDeleteThanks so much, Anmol.
ReplyDeleteThis is such a moving story, memories of a beach day long ago, and the portent of his sunset reflected in the bottom of the bowl. Sigh.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sherry.
DeleteA poignant story so beautifully and poetically told, Vicki!
ReplyDeleteThank you,Kim.
DeleteYou took the time to listen to an old man grumble... what a great story and what an ending... love it.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Brudberg.
Delete...everything else had a price tag. Lovely telling of a love story...
ReplyDeleteThank you, Margaret.
DeleteAw. My wife's a stuff-rummager and could well have been present for a story like this. You nailed it here - a silver bowl and its ghost contents, the way a thing is magic and then gone, just stuff. What stories are wound in the inlay of the orphaned stuff found at antique malls and thrift stores. The pathos has just the right patina. Well done.
ReplyDeleteThank so much, Brendan.
DeleteThe final stanza captures the whole so well.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Kerry.
DeleteSuch a wonderful and emotional poem! You have sensitively woven this tale of love and loss.
ReplyDeleteThe last stanza brings tears...