Nette Onclaud Poet Quatrain

End of the Road

LOST SOUVENIRS


Your distant gaze flits, nearly bare
Like a mist that smothers the road
Windblown by chill; here, everywhere
A  promise ending as breaths explode 

My heart trickles as dew submits
To a quivering that grieves,
For our tattered love now wilts
As  sullen face of moon retrieves.

Oh, cloudbursts wrap hours’ deep pining,
Traces of ardor   become   one;
And souvenirs no longer bring
The charmed  laughter and its reason.



1/7/2017    Nicola Byrne's Poet's Choice-
End Of The Road, Just Friends

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James Inman January 16, 2017 at 11:58 AM Loved this Nette. The melancholy of lost love with a wonderful metaphoric title.

Joseph May January 16, 2017 at 7:03 AM Great write and win Nette...Congrats

Wilma Neels January 8, 2017 at 1:59 PM You convey that feeling of sadness so perfectly in this write Nette. Wishing you the best for the contest with this beauty. I see I also missed your birthday.. Happy Belated Birthday to you. Hope you had a brilliant day ;)

Freddie Robinson Jr. January 7, 2017 at 11:56 AM Very intensely passionate poem, Nette. A poet's poem. The writing, the flow, the heart torn message ... put them all together, a masterfully penned poem. Excellent prose, dear. Have a blessed new year. Love and joy to you and yours.

Andrea Dietrich January 6, 2017 at 7:52 PM Such lovely imagery as always, Nette. Sure to do well in the contest. Again, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

Pashang Salehi January 6, 2017 at 6:13 PM Hello my dear, this a great write. Journey is not the end of the road,unless you refuse to take the turn......

Frederic Parker January 6, 2017 at 3:58 PM There is a song that says "at least leave me enough love to hold in the palm of my hands" your poem made me think of it

Anne-Lise Andresen January 6, 2017 at 2:13 PM - A first class poem, but a little sad Nette -- Best wishes for a happy weekend :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Robert Lindley January 6, 2017 at 7:58 AM I have found beauty, depth, meaningful cause, sincerity and passion in your every poem that I have read! To me that marks a fantastic poet and you are without any doubt that my friend. Another fav and its an honor to read your work and be a friend.A7

Chris Green January 5, 2017 at 3:47 PM Nette, I can feel the sadness and the loss in this poem but once again, like everything else I have read by you, it is so beautifully written that even in the sadness your words seem to sing from the screen. You are an amazing poet.