curtain

Lights hit the curtain
That we drew a night before
To hide our naked scenes

Days are almost golden
And we sing songs in two different weathers
Does that mean this love will remain whatever it happens?

I can't promise for forever
But we can pick a yellow flower
To remember we'll always laugh together

Without any dementia
I'll bring my umbrella
When I'm in your lands
Just so we can have something to hold together
Under the same cupola
Even If it's only for a rainy but warm night

Reviews

[redzone]

Hi Beren, I think that the opening 3 lines sets the stage, it is the 3 line stanza in the middle that holds the key to this poem. There is a softness, a tenderness in this 'nonpromising', promise of always laughing together. Your poem also reminds me of two lovers, separated by distance, looking at the same moon, knowing that the other is doing the same.

Thanks for sharing your wonderful love poem, Beren

[Beren]

🥹🥹 you understood perfectly! I am really glad to hear your thoughts as always. Thank you so much for your wonderful comment! Hope you're doing well!
Ps: I hope my messages finally arrived :( if not, I've been trying to reach out! So I'm really sorry.

[keith]

good to see your strong offerings
there are many that have yet to return after the lack of connection with the cafe of late
many have moved on
me? i'm tired of moving ... mentally and physically
lov is perhaps the most difficult emotion to grasp to understand to present in respectful words that don't cheapen the events of
few have this keen sense and ability you so easily toss about ...
more like pizza dough being stretched thru tried and true spinning/twirling ensuring common thickness
while another can throw dough upon the baking sheet in a haphazard manner yet the finished macaroons are all just perfect
those are the unique abilities i see and recognize that continuedly bring me back for another helpin
i do lov my macaroons and fresh caught covfefe in the fall mornings i do.

[Davidgeo]

You read like Tolkien fan.

You ever get high and read The Silmarillion? I would expect you do.

[Beren]

Gladly my name is really Beren, and my parents have no idea who is Tolkien. And I don't get high. Thank you for your comment, hope all is well!

[Chris Shaw]

Beautiful words Beren. We can’t promise what the future will hold. I love the wording in your third stanza. A love poem which offers hope, not guarantees. Tender in its delivery.

Chris

[Beren]

Awww! This is so sweet! Thank you really much! I appreciate your comments, good to see you here! And I apologize for my late response, probably at first site was glitching then I forgot:'(. Hope all is well with you!

[Neville]

behind every curtain .. a scene unfolds .. oh' how I love a messy bedroom .. its where I used to feel most comfortable .. this is lovely poetry Beren .. you are on a roll my friend .. Neville

[Beren]

I hope you always feel comfortable in your favorite places. Thank you really much for your kind words! Take care.

[Neville]

you are more than welcome .. my pleasure entirely

[Samuel Dickens]

Your mention of the morning light and how it strikes the curtains rings authentic in my ears, for I have long ago memories of the same. Of course we can't promise a love will be forever, but surely we must try. Sweet romance emanates from every word.

[Beren]

Awww, so nice and true words sir! I loved how you said about forever that we can try... Thank you for your time!

[Neha agrawal]

This poem has its own charm and a kind someone wants to keep in their wallet. The yellow flowers and shared umbrella really gives it a cinematic view. Amazingly written.

[Beren]

Wow! What a nice thing to say! Made me smile! Thank you really much!

[Ayesha Faiz]

Your poem feels so real and heartfelt, like you’re letting someone peek into a memory that means the world to you. The way you talk about golden days, yellow flowers, and sharing an umbrella makes it feel warm and full of love. I can feel the mix of happiness and a little sadness in knowing nothing lasts forever, but still wanting to hold on to those moments. It’s the kind of poem that makes you think about someone you miss, and smile at the same time. It was a nostalgic for me and I absolutely loved it...
Thank you for sharing this poem.

[Beren]

Awww! I love how your comments are always towards to the poem and the poet and not classic words... You show to the poet that you really cared about the art! Which is amazing! Thank you really much! Hope you're doing well!

[Ayesha Faiz]

No need to thank me.. Your poem earned my review itself. And yes, I'm doing great. Hope you are too!