In absence

When springtime comes

and poets near and far

search out the end chewed pencil,

to write of earthworms, trees

and long lost dear relations,

I think of you; 
Of afternoons spent hand in hand,

when love was all, made no demand.

When summer comes

and poets near and far

search out the end chewed pencil,

to write of flowers, sun

and days of idle play,

I think of you; 
Of nights spent under starry skies,

of kisses, sweet repose and sighs.

When autumn comes

and poets near and far

search out the end chewed pencil,

to write of seasons fade, a falling leaf,

the bare brown clay,

I think of you; 

Of guitar rifts and blue, blue eyes,

of promises that masked the lies.

 

Yet now you are so very far away,

your winter weighs more burdensome than mine.

For I can hold the gift you gave,

the son I bore, those blue, blue eyes,

that though they may not ever see

the other half of him and me,

will someday come to understand, 

those afternoons spent hand in hand,

when love was all, made no demand. 

Reviews

[h d e rushin]

your such a young woman Beccy yet you can drift to a 15th century style to capture the essence
of observation. "Full eyed aspects, and secret glances" George Herbert would write. (see Herbert's
poem "Virtue").

And it's so true, the poet inside of all of us will "search out the end chewed pencil" which
perhaps is an allusion to Judgment Day when the world will end in a general conflagration;
searching for a tiny sign, a certain mannerism perhaps, or the way he holds his hands
that screams out his lineage.

Lost within these lovely romantic lines is this longing. And ain't that always the case?
well done.....dana

[Jimmy Yetts]

Know that you elicited exactly the emotion you sought; a talent obviously not given to every poet.
Excellent work, Beccy!

[Gee]

Beautifully written,very sad.

[Marie]

THis is a lovely love poem, and very sad. Each season reminds us of something lost.

[Michael G.]

To have loved in any season of any year in the manner you so eloquently penned, would be the completion of many. To have lived it, and to continue to live it, is a blessing. An absolute joy to read of such love.

[Woody]

what a beaut! incredibly well penned. a great love poem full of longing.
my heart goes out to you, Beccy.

[Terpsichore]

Not just one of the best love poems I have ever read, it also highlights the purity of your talent as a poet.

Whoever he is/was, he's an idiot to have left both you and his son behind. T

[m.s.early]

This utterly beautiful. Gloriously romantic.

[Beccy]

Thank you all so much. I have wished so often; even now, after all this time, I can see him in my son's little mannerisms, the incredible blue of his eyes.

Beccy.

[W.k.kortas]

About as good as a love poem gets, and nothing more need be said.