You gifted me a cloud.
It melted in my palm, and through my fingers trembled
And ran towards the sea.
I watched it melt upon a wave of golden sunlight,
To hold it in my arms again, I turned into a river
And chased the treasured vapour
So that you’d know how much your kind bequest
Had meant to me.
For once upon a dream you had been mine
Yet with each passing day
The memories of our erstwhile time
Lose their cadence and like wintry flowers
From my horizons flee.
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This is quite simply a beautiful verse, Vic. The metaphor you have used runs (like a river) eloquently, and the touch of melancholy at the end works superbly. A great poem!
I shouldn’t be surprised that you guess my mood so easily, Chris. If you give a man a mask they’ll tell you the truth… Can’t remember where I heard the line, but it would seem that poetry is my mask.
Ooh, I like that one – must Google it!!!
Let me know if you find it out. 🙂
Oscar Wilde. Obvious now you know it!!!
Of course! Thank you, Chris. Now I am certain not to forget it.
wow….”to hold it in my arms again, I turned into a river” my favourite line.
the poem is sad and sweet at the same time….a nostalgic recollection of good times…
It is always sad to part from friends, but even when time and distance come in-between, our memories are still ours – even if at times as difficult to hold on to as a cloud.
Beautiful, I could almost feel the slightly damp feeling on my fingers – and a flutter elsewhere.
How lovely, the cloud lived up to its number then 🙂
It did just nicely 🙂
🙂
Superb, Vic, the cadence line is a gem.
Thank you, Richard. It felt like a song when it came to me.
If you add an audio let me know
Tempting, and will certainly let you know.
Beautiful words and a wonderful rhythm – definitely my favourite read of 2014 so far.
Thank you. Mostly my poetry stems from a mood or idea, but this time around it was the image that inspired it.
Bravo on the last 3 lines, V.
Thank you Diana. Hope all is well.