Charmaine Chircop Poet Free verse

I Will Not Remember You

Tonight,motionless is my sleep

without a thought of you passing my mind

And if the wafting wind breathes softly its zephyr breeze

 upon the pearl blush of my cheek

I will not remember you

Like the rattling sound of crickets 

on the first branch of Spring 

you had come and gone

Now your shadow

blocks the silver of my moon,no more

Like a woodpecker in its last sonata 

you stole our music

but I am learning how to dance

without your song

Forget-me-not petals

scattered in silence on autumn's sidewalk

Fluttering snowflakes covered my hair

with false proposals and winter frost

Your summer footprints have been washed out

I lay in solitude,I lay in solitude

yet still not lost,No,still not lost

Here I am now, a mourning swan yet still a swan 

which pirouettes on a glass stream

There He comes now, splash in calm beauty

Fresh face reflecting upon my dream

Tonight,motionless is my sleep

and if the wafting wind breathes softly  its zephyr breeze

 upon the pearl blush of my cheek

I will not remember you


Inspired by Elton John's song- 'The One'

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Brenda Swing September 1, 2014 at 8:15 AM I really enjoy reading this piece, good work:)I wish i could expand as such.

Liam Mcdaid August 27, 2014 at 3:50 AM beautifully penned pictures dear friend

Andrea Dietrich August 25, 2014 at 5:13 PM by the way, frank says to tell you hello. He hope you have not forgotten about him!

Andrea Dietrich August 25, 2014 at 5:12 PM wow, one of your finest poems, Sweetie. I love this one. So many great lines, like the pearl blush on the cheek and how you mentioned it again at the end. Or the part about rattling sound of crickets, mourning swan. the list goes one. Love the images.I gotta fave this one.

Richard Lamoureux August 22, 2014 at 8:36 AM A truly lovely piece. I love the imagery and strength of this poem.

Leon Enriquez August 20, 2014 at 10:02 PM Dear Charmaine: Words well said. Lovely write in fine resolve. All the best then, Leon

Justin Bordner August 20, 2014 at 8:32 PM We cannot choose what to remember Charma, but we do have a choice as to the interpretation of love. I admire your resolve, to be beautiful after such a big love storm. You write your heart so sincerely, and with charming independence. " I am learning how to dance without your song...Upon the pearl blush of my cheek..." ingenius use of the four seasons as well. This is a poetry as therapy. J.A.B.

Lucilla Carrillo August 20, 2014 at 6:01 PM This is very well written. I like it. Some people don't deserve to be remembered. Thanks for sharing... Lucilla

Paul Callus August 19, 2014 at 4:42 PM Another beautiful poem from you Charm! Lovely and sad; captivating phrases that echo through the mind. Sleep well...and tomorrow be prepared to move on....a bright new day awaits the hopeful swan. // paul

Maurice Yvonne August 18, 2014 at 7:57 AM this is beautiful. thank you. so many lovely words so many unique images so many wonderful phrases to absorb.

Kabuteng P.Ink K. August 16, 2014 at 12:00 PM This is beautiful, Charma yet also so sad with that touch of irony-- and you also put in such memorable lines and imagery here. Once again, I am reeled into that "Charma" zone-- I really can't pinpoint it, but whenever I read your poems, there is this certain place that I go to, one that is distinctly yours. Do please hug sweet Christina for me...

Jslambert Mister Roboto August 15, 2014 at 2:59 PM This is crap b/c I just typed you a nice long message that got deleted somehow! ~This stuff is happening a lot on my laptop! Oh well, TRY AGAIN...This poem entails a beautiful language, with soft words which I love, like zephy and pirouettes and graceful mourning swans. It has it all and an ode to MISTER ELTON ROCKET MAN JOHN, Zero Hour 9am, She packed my bags last night pre flight / Zero hour nine a.m. / And I'm gonna be high, as a kite by then / I miss the earth so much, I miss my wife... Paul Callus August 19, 2014 at 4:45 PM Hey Robo! Before submitting long messages make sure you right click and copy first; saves rewriting it all were it to be deleted, as often happens!

Dr. Upma A. Sharma August 15, 2014 at 5:47 AM ' One' is truly inspiring Charmaine! But u hv come up with a fabulous write indeed! Great pen my friend!

Eileen Manassian August 14, 2014 at 9:36 PM Sad but sweet as well, Charma. Who would ever not notice the beauty of a delicate swan....Hugs