Linda Milgate Poet Free verse

Leave Me Now

Always leaning against the sycamore
Where leaves and shadows play upon your face
Standing solitary in evenings's softened light
You touched me once
In the midst of siren sounds and steel
You summoned and I refused your darkness
Yet your breath brushed my face gently
And your presence promised a quiet peace
Since then I have seen you
Near a friend's thinning frame
Heard you gently tap on hospice windows
Whispering do not stay to bear the pain
Yes, a time will come when I long for you
But you must me leave now--go away
I am too young to feel your heavy certainty
I wish to walk free and feel light again
To watch the newly born leaves open and dance
In summer's sun and jasmine's sweet perfume


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Carol Sunshine Brown February 18, 2011 at 12:45 PM Congratulations on your poetry being featured this week Linda. Love, Carol

Daver Austin February 16, 2011 at 1:58 PM Super write! Yes! Don't let those gray shadows enveolpe. What appears desirable is often filled with pain. I know - been there, done that. Love, Dave

Sylvia Coulstock November 26, 2010 at 2:10 PM Dear Linda.This is so well written and with such a sensitive touch.You are a beautiful poet.I love your subtlety and your lines are so moving.You have such a special way of writing that really touches me and brings out my feelings,yet although the subject here is one we don't like to mention or read about.you have somehow managed to give beauty to this piece. Thank You. Incidently regarding a comment on 'Dance of Life'Mary Oliver.Who is she?soup mail me?Love June (S)

Doris Culverhouse June 20, 2010 at 4:51 PM This is a wonderful poem, we all face the reaper, I think many times in our lives and live to live again...just great write here!!

Mike Butler June 14, 2010 at 10:10 AM This is a very lovely piece, Linda. I really enjoyed it. Hope all is well. - Mike

Harry Horsman June 13, 2010 at 9:58 PM i can relate to this wonderful poem linda, love it harry

Charles Henderson June 10, 2010 at 9:05 PM a very deep and moving piece Linda. Well, written I might add. I hope you can put the taste of death aside and have a long and happy life. If indeed this is a true story. Charles

Andrea Dietrich June 10, 2010 at 6:01 PM wow, this is also a fav for me. AWESOME topic and write. Luv, Andrea

Dr.Ram Mehta June 10, 2010 at 5:50 PM You summoned and I refused your darkness- what nice expression. Sycamore is my favorite tree and this poem goes to my favorite. NAMASTE

Connie Marcum Wong June 10, 2010 at 5:38 PM soupmail

Alan Reed June 10, 2010 at 3:27 PM Very moving and tighly put together piece. You are still free to smell life and play on mountain tops. Go away and come back when you we are ready. Right now you are not our friend. We have sunrises and the flight of the gull to ponder. :-) -Alan

Carol Sunshine Brown June 10, 2010 at 12:34 PM It was a pleasure to read your poetry this afternoon Linda. Wishing you another day filled with inspiration. The best to you in the contest. Love, Carol

Carolyn Devonshire June 10, 2010 at 12:29 PM Excellent, thought-provoking poem, Linda. Perhaps it is death peering through the hospice window, but the patient is not ready to leave yet. Days seem precious when there are so few left. Beautifully written! Love, Carolyn