Charmaine Chircop Poet Free verse

Like a Solitary Swan

Like a motionless swan beside the lake ,alone
under the cherry blossom , the silence of the moon , and waking leaves.
Far from the eyes that loved her , far from the hands that touched her
Far from the eager tenderness of his breathing breeze .
Far from secret whispers, Far from  dark roast coffee beans with aniseed
Far from changing faces, far from vacant spaces, 
far  from cloying lips that turned so bitter-sweet.

Close to melancholic stars ,beneath passing clouds
Close to murky dusk ,acid rain and foggy shrouds
Solitary, She performs  her last ballet , down the hill
The warmth of his bare spirit waltzing  softly upon her skin.

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Tim Smith June 8, 2016 at 11:38 AM Love your swan poems. : )

Andrea Dietrich November 15, 2015 at 5:22 PM this is SO beautiful, Charma. Truly a gem.

Daver Austin November 12, 2015 at 11:18 AM "Bare spirit," indeed. Such sensitivity deserves better. daver

Robert Lindley October 30, 2015 at 7:54 PM Fantastic in its beauty and flow. A true image and mind feat. A7

Red Barchettadrive October 27, 2015 at 12:24 AM Just re- reading this again!That last line sent shivers!!! Niice!

John Fleming October 25, 2015 at 1:52 PM I really enjoyed this poem of yours, Charmaine. It is certainly most elegant...Nicely done! My very best regards! :) john

Paul Callus October 25, 2015 at 4:22 AM Languoring in the memories of what once made life happier. Now, overcome by sadness she performs "her last ballet". Very beautifully expressed, Charm! #7 ~ Have a lovely weekend. // paul

Eric Boddie October 22, 2015 at 3:06 PM they say it was an ugly duckling....that manifested Beautifully, inspiring knees buckling....the Beautiful swan, so graceful, so majestic....much like the Beauty of your words, that's what we all expected....;)

Carrie Richards October 20, 2015 at 6:10 PM Wow......once again you capture the scene as if it is a beautiful painting coming to life. So delicately the dance is performed. :) Lovely, Charmaine !

Red Barchettadrive October 20, 2015 at 5:41 PM Did the swan jump due to its loneliness? How sad! What an emotion evoking poem! Charmaine Chircop October 21, 2015 at 6:17 AM I wasn't thinking of the swan jumping down the hill..I was thinking of a lake that is down the hill where She dances..She is down the hill cuz she is sad and alone.. She cannot dance up the hill again cuz its her last ballet..but in her last ballet her love's spirit dances with her..So she is alone but not yet alone. Thanks for reading R.

Jan Allison October 20, 2015 at 5:16 PM such sad solitary imagery but there is hope in the final line :-) hugs Janxx

Tim Smith October 20, 2015 at 5:11 PM Very beautifully written Charma but I can feel the sadness of being alone. You will never be alone. His spirit will always be by your side.