I remember you.

From what I remember

You were once as sweet 

as a warm summer wind

that brushed my cheek 

under plum trees.

And with enough power

I'd have stood the world 

on its head 

to prolong your kisses -

those little miracles

ignorant of time 

and vaporous years.

Yes, you were sweet

but like all mirages 

you faded  

making me - in the end

a mere shadow 

crossing your cheek 

when all your infatuation expired.

I am wiser now,

with a lesson learned.  

At least once in life,

we will all be

forgotten 

and discarded

like the pit of a devoured plum.

Author's Note

~The jilted lover, naive to the game of love has become bitter. He has learned the hard way that infatuation is a fickle sensation that can dissolve as fast as it was precipitated...whether in himself or in this case, the object of his affections. Love should not be assumed. Love takes time.~

Reviews

[realmwriter]

Love is fickle and those of us who think we have found it in one lustful night fall prey to foolish desires. Then we realize that we are cast out with the sodomites when our infatuation is no longer reciprocated. Like the shadow you refer to, we are gone before the sun sets. The gray in our lives becomes black and we loose our way. But alas, love is hard to find for a reason, because it is worth having. It is worth the search for that one true love that we so desire to spend the rest of our lives with. Sometimes, however, we don't recognize it when it is right in front of us.

Excellent write my friend. I enjoyed this very much.

[Relic]

A great review. Thanks very much realmwiter.

[realmwriter]

You're very welcome

[Ruth]

A mirage is an interesting description for such...was it ever real...if so was the lover true to their own heart...many questions shine through here...I always say love is an art...like anything else...gave me pause for thought...

[Relic]

You are so kind. My thanks.

[Zechariah Allen Butz]

One of my new favorite poems!! Wow I love the part where you call kisses little miracles ignorant of time...such a perfect way to describe it

[Relic]

Thanks so much. I'm glad you liked it. :)

[Pryde Foltz]

On this I was quite the slow learner. I think many have turned romantic love into a bit of religion … the best 'killer' koolaid around. Some fabulous phrasing in this one, Relic:)

[Relic]

Thanks Pryde.

[Sultrysoul]

Love is secure infatuation is like a dream ... it never lasts. However there is still pain for the assuming party. There is no fun to be had in this game played. Often leaving the recipient scathed and bitter. I love this poem very good description of these fickle emotions

[Relic]

Thank you SS for reading.

[Sultrysoul]

You're welcome. .......... :)

[several thousand]

Fantastic imagery here. The whole thing flowed extremely well and felt to me as though it was a very heartfelt write. Thanks for sharing.

My favorite part was the end -
"discarding me
like the pit
of a devoured plum. "

[Relic]

Thanks very much Poet Face.

[Ellay]

Such a beautiful poem! Loved it :D

[Relic]

Thank you.

[Ellay]

You're welcome :)

[Robert]

I do love free verse Relic, I think it is the best of poetry. All the rules of other poetry makes me what to come back to free verse. I very good poem here and is expressed so well. I look forward to reading more of you piece in time.

[Relic]

Thank you very much Robert.

[Arunima]

I could almost visualize everything you wrote...which means you touched the core of my heart....

[Relic]

I appreciate that, thanks.

[Julia Mars]

Very wise indeed.
Wonderful poetry darling...

[Julia Mars]

I accidentally rated you a ten. The second zero didnt tap in I guess.
It was supposed to be 100. Does it matter greatly? Honest mistake.

[Relic]

Not for me it doesn't. ha No worries. :) Thank you.

[Julia Mars]

I love this poem, it's an A+. :)

[Relic]

.............. :))))