Afternoons

Don't you know It's buffoonery To talk to A lonely heart With charisma And then leaving! You didn't stay So I went to the Summer afternoon days. Day I I invited my friend Who lives in my head, Some good books, we read, My heavy heart was still in dread. Day II Music lost its melodies, I went color blind, Or the world went black and white, Everything struck like a sore sight, But my friend was there by my side. Day III Home felt like an asylum Because I was becoming dumb, Searching for you in the passers by, I tried praying to the sapphire sky But every word came out as a cry, You were in my breath, my bones bled, But my friend didn't go back to my head. Day IV I was a vessel— soulless, The floor was drowning me, My heart projected you on the ceiling— Your smiles, your giggles, you gaze, your words, Then the projector got fused, so did my mind. Day V Afternoon aflame and I wandered Alone starving to see you, I was in a desert seeking for A mocking mirage, My feet were alight and aching, My throat throbbed calling your name, Tears flooded out, there was no dam. Day VI Tears turned the desert into a pool, I started playing like a foolish fool, I shouted so loud, my lungs burst out, “Marco!” “Marco!” Then It dawned on me, No one would say “polo!” Because I was playing solo. Day VII The pool became a frantic ocean, I drowned and Cried, cried and cried. *Friend : Loneliness

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Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 6/19/2025 1:41:00 AM

- Time heals, they say... but it takes time... days, weeks, months and maybe years... some days are brighter than others... but we must take time to grieve and cry... a sensitive poem, Anne - hugs

Anne Winter
Date: 6/19/2025 7:44:00 AM

Dear Anne-Lise, thank you for writing such a thoughtful and comforting comment. I appreciate you, dear friend. Hugs

Sara Kendrick

Date: 6/18/2025 4:31:00 AM

A sad one. I get sad sometimes when my muse leaves me and I feel like I am drowning in my thoughts, but they don't come together to make a coherent sentence that I can write down. Jumbled up worries, emotions and fears all tumbling together. Of course, you are using this one as a metaphor/s I am thinking to represent someone in your life no longer being around. Sara K

Anne Winter
Date: 6/18/2025 7:07:00 PM

Dear Sara, I missed someone so much, I had to write a poem about it to release the unbearable pain. Thank you so much, I'm glad you enjoyed my poem :) Best, Anne

Paige Hind

Date: 6/16/2025 8:27:00 PM

Quite emotional. "the floor was drowning me, My heart projected you on the ceiling" that really hit me

Anne Winter
Date: 6/18/2025 7:03:00 PM

I'm glad you enjoyed my poem, thank you so much :)

Victor Buhagiar

Date: 6/16/2025 9:44:00 AM

Your poem has all the ingredients of a mighty poem. I love the imagery but would prefer to think on the emotions that you describe so wonderfully. There is sadness in your soul. I wish I can get you out of depression. Poetry hugs.

Anne Winter
Date: 6/18/2025 7:02:00 PM

Dear Victor, I'm so thankful for your kind words and care. I appreciate you, dear friend, thank you for understanding me. Your words felt like a warm hug. Best, Anne

Tom Woody

Date: 6/16/2025 6:14:00 AM

Gotta watch out for those charismatic charmers Annie. Most are users and/or fakers. Sounds like your protagonist here found out the hard way. Reminds me of the Pat Benatar song: "Heartbreaker, dream maker, love taker don't you mess around with me .."

Anne Winter
Date: 6/16/2025 7:41:00 AM

Dear Tom, thank you so much! I appreciate you. Nice reminder— I think I'll be listening to Heartbreaker by Pat Benatar on loop haha. I love reading your comments. Best, Anne

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 6/15/2025 1:53:00 PM

Wow! I liked this raw write! We can try but we don’t forget. We must grieve with no “Polo” in sight…to scream, to cry…then the eyes can be dried later. Much later… Hugs!

Anne Winter
Date: 6/16/2025 7:41:00 AM

Thank you so much for writing such a thoughtful comment, dear Kim, I appreciate you! Best, Anne

Yann Rolland

Date: 6/15/2025 6:48:00 AM

extraordinary poetry, many can relate to the friends in their head, this is brilliant and well written, thank you so much have a nice sunday poet

Anne Winter
Date: 6/16/2025 7:42:00 AM

Dear Yann, Thank you so much, I appreciate your visit :)

Daniel Henry Rodgers

Date: 6/15/2025 5:58:00 AM

Dearest Anne, so heartbreakingly honest, it almost hurts to read but in that way where you feel less alone because someone else has put your feelings into words. I love how your “friend who lives in my head” is there at first, but by the end, even that comfort slips away. That’s real. That’s how it goes sometimes. By Day VII, when the pool is a frantic ocean and you’re just drowning in it, I wanted to reach through the page and give you a hug. Anne, you make it okay to admit that sometimes, we don’t bounce back right away. Sometimes we just have to feel it all, even when it’s overwhelming. Excellent Emotional Read. Blessings, My Dearest Anne, Daniel

Anne Winter
Date: 6/16/2025 7:44:00 AM

Dearest Daniel, your comment felt like a hug, I really needed this. Thank you so much! I always feel happy when I read your heartfelt notes, my dearest friend. Have a wonderful week! With love and respect always, Anne