Septembering or M lady Sharon

A poem in rhyming quatrains

 

 

Septembering

 

I remember that September.

When we were young so long ago.

Even now there burns an ember,

 September breezes can make glow

 

You were so young and beautiful,

 you filled my weary world with light.

To be with you was wonderful

 each passing moment sheer delight.

 

I was in love and so were you.

But then we had that silly fight

as headstrong lovers often do.

You were convinced that you were right.

 

I must admit that I was too.

We parted then as enemies

which I regretted and still do.

September brings back memories

 

of useless youthful stubborn pride.

We offered no apologies

 our dream of love unsatisfied.

The message murmured by the breeze.

 

 We were both fools to young to know.

You must seize opportunities,

 which seldom come and quickly go

 and you are left with memories.

 

What could have been, what should have been

but was destroyed by foolish pride

 and angry words we did not mean

 Our new found love should not have died.

 

Each September I remember

 and wonder sometimes if you do.

Do you still retain an ember?

which in September glows anew.

 

29-Sep-08

 

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Reviews

[M Bester]

I am so glad to have read this poem.
Adding it to my favorites as well.
I hope she remembers even for a short while.
"What could have been, what should have been
but was destroyed by foolish pride
and angry words we did not mean
Our new found love should not have died."
Never true words than this.

[poddar kushal]

Wow, the passionate cry with a nice rhythm and rhyme. It shall be my all time favourite.

[Sharon Miller Bolander]

Beautifully written! Although I enjoy reading all sorts of form writing, rhyming quatrains rank among my favorites. (I'll guess she does remember, too.)