Thanksgiving

One red candle of dying flame
I pour one glass of Bordeaux, into yesterday
A meal for one, as autumn leaves become undone
A sad clown’s face
Reflects back to me
Thanksgiving is lonely
When all your friends are dead
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Beaufort Avatar
July 26, 2025 at 12:15 PM
Arthur, I am glad you have people to associate with here! The world is not the nicest place these days. Hope you can find ways to have joy in your life. It's important. Take care!!!
Roper Avatar
October 18, 2014 at 10:12 PM
I enjoyed your poem, and like Mystic Rose is truly right, it is nice to have this group of friends on this forum. love and hugs eve
Devonshire Avatar
October 12, 2014 at 5:02 PM
Oh, Arthur, all holidays are lonely when your loved ones are gone. Wish I could give you a hug. Hate to think of you so sad, but this is a beautiful, touching poem! Pouring "one glass of Bordeaux into yesterday" really got to me. I've spent holidays alone, so I know just how you feel. Love, carolyn
Vaso Avatar
October 18, 2014 at 10:20 PM
Thank you Carolyn, this poem was inspired by a friend who is dieing way before his time.
Goswami Avatar
October 12, 2014 at 3:41 PM
Very good creation. Touched my heart. Truly we are all sad clown...I remember my best friend...Thank you very much...Best wishes from India...
Vaso Avatar
October 18, 2014 at 10:19 PM
Very kind of you Sandip, sorry for delay to answer, best wishes from Canada
Smith Avatar
October 12, 2014 at 8:53 AM
That is a fear many have...being all alone...lucky the Habs are off to a good start.
Vaso Avatar
October 18, 2014 at 10:18 PM
The way they play, they always end up alone too!!! LOL
Sirak Avatar
October 12, 2014 at 7:02 AM
You have painted a stark portrait of loneliness. A beautiful still life done with words. This reminds me of a poem I wrote about a conversation with a lady I cared for in a nursing home, Ninety Something. I will post it.
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October 18, 2014 at 10:18 PM
Thank you Monterey, if you soup mail me the link I would love to read it!!!
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