In twilight's tender embrace, we stand,
Whispers of sorrow, drifting like sand.
Heart heavy with the weight of goodbyes,
Farewell echoes in tear-stained skies.
Ephemeral moments, like petals they fall,
Love's bittersweet melody, a haunting call.
Embraces linger, a fragile refrain,
In the symphony of loss, we dance with pain.
Eyes reflect galaxies, stories untold,
Aching souls in separation's cold hold.
Silent tears trace the map of goodbye,
As love's tapestry unravels, a somber sigh.
Promises falter, like autumn leaves descend,
Yet in the ache, a timeless bond we defend.
Memories linger, a solace in the night,
Stars witness our anguish, casting a dim light.
Fingers entwined, reluctant release,
Love's essence, a melancholy masterpiece.
In the realm of farewells, emotions entwine,
Aching hearts whisper, "Forever, be thine."
So here we part, on life's vast stage,
In the book of goodbyes, a poignant page.
Yet love transcends, an eternal tide,
In the echoes of farewells, our spirits abide.
Recollections were a little hazy,
His leaving party last night,
Undying friendships sworn,
That last friendly little fight.
Goodbye, Scotland the Brave,
Home of the warrior Clan,
The Batter Fried Mars Bar,
The Rangers footie fan,
Cool pints of Heavy
Plates of ‘taties and neaps,
Lining for the stomach
After boozy long sleeps.
He wore a Black Watch Kilt
Hung modestly to his knees
With a hem of fishing weights
To stop it lifting in the breeze.
A sheathed Skean Dhu projected
From the top of one long sock
As he stood there, a solitary figure,
On the banks of his local loch.
A supply of Haggis sandwiches
Were wrapped in a large pack
Carefully stored for his rations
In the Bergen on his back.
Goodbye porridge mines of Pentland,
Casual beating for the Haggis hunt,
Time to think of his own future,
Best foot forward, Eyes to the Front.
One last wistful look around him
Then, carefully adjusting his load
He took that first step from Scotland
Along that long High Road,
To the Land of the Sassenach.
He was a Scot through and through
But in such troubled times as these
A man’s got to do what he has to do.
I can't forget the last time when we huged together.
The last time we posed for a photo.
The last time we shared a laugh
The last time we teared up together.
And it was probably the last time we ever met.
Having you was a blessing.
Having you was comfort.
Having you was the best part of the journey
Having you helped me to continue.
But leaving you is a disaster, and I can't do it.
I hate my feelings for you.
I hate my thoughts of you.
I hate the image of our time together.
And I really hate the sight of you leaving.
Why is it so difficult for me to face the reality?
Why can't I let go like others?
Why do things have to change?
I want to know, would we eventually become strangers?
The problem is in me, I know.
The problem is just I simply feel too much.
The problem is that sometimes, life demands some beautiful beings back.
The major problem is with farewells, we humans forget and move on in the end.
(sublime)
such sublime warm days
of beauty -
stained leaves are falling
(divine)
the leaves dance
as trees send their divine -
fragile snowflakes floats
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October 16, 2021
Poetry/Lune/Haiku/farewells
Copyright Protected, ID 10-1397-885-16
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Lune (Mixed Pair)
sponsor, William Kekaula, Judged 10/28/2021
Eighth Place
I greet with joy new peace of mind - as heavy loads are left behind
21/12/18
One Liner - Hello and Goodbye Poetry Contest : sponsored by 'Silent One'
Torrents of tears flow
At the demise of a beloved friend
Striking into our hearts a low blow
As against sorrow ourselves we can’t defend
Morale fallen
Strength and breadth lost
Crestfallen
Emotional cost
Too high to bear
As uncertainties our future strikes
Amid wear and tear
At high speed likes
To wear us down
Where it hurts us the most
In our crown though we attempt to avoid a frown
We can’t fail to post
On the sorrow we feel
In the inner sanctum of our being
Wondering why fate and destiny steal
The pleasure our departed bestow to the living
Whom they leave grieving
Lost without a clue
As to how receiving
Pain stacks in a blue
Tears hearts to pieces
In heaps of emotion
In pain creases
Metamorphosing affection
Into uncertainty
Streaming in stacks
Whose quality and quantity
Arriving in packs
Can’t hide
The pain we struggle
To chide
In the gaggle
Sorrow rains
As we say farewell
In tandem with pains
To wish the living fast recovery and soon to get well.
For a moment,
Looking upward,
I suspected they had fallen from the sky.
Taking a long breathe, standing firm with determination, I observed every single detail.
Some of them were much better off than the rest of us-
They were no longer bound to any physical bond or any emotional ones for that matter..
From afar,
a herd of hesitating horns hysterically hushed a crescendo of errors,
cruelly cutting away and turning across a zig-zag dance that could be heard for miles.
The moon,
brightly busy making the night sky frisky and fine,
Survived the still sound.
Gently glowing with an emptiness,
that endowed complete isolation to all wondering eyes.
The rest of us meekly posed, waiting for a quick promised death.
It was our time-it was our right.
Holding my form I became a statue.
Delicately frozen in a formal gesture of forever farewells.
Farewell,
Depression,tension and extreme obsession,
Life has taught me many lessons,
People that come and stay for a season,
Usually impact me for a particular reason,
Goodbye to the negative ones that still wallow,
Emotional black holes that feed on what's hollow,
Voids never fill when one gets stuck in the same place,
This mountain of mine I refuse to NOT face,
My entire existence is more than this mess,
I have decided to put on a spiritual vest,
Just like the Israelites that took 40 years for an 11 day trip,
I refuse to be caught up by this exaggerated grip,
Awareness along with clear observation,
Is the first step to preservation,
Now guarded with my shatterproof shield,
while walking right into the abundance field,
transforming ones thinking changes the way,
One interrupts each moment and every single day,
Walking on water can be easily done,
Once you finally get out of that old boat and simply just run,
Thawing out from a frozen stage,
Leaving behind that old tattered page,
Blank sheets await, writing a new tale,
Aboard my new pristine ship,
I once again say my farewells.
Written:12-25-11
contest: new begining
Sabina Nicole
Of youthful musings,
Sad and sweet,
Of sorrows passing, soon to greet,
All remembrance, hushed and still,
As each lost moment may entreat
Steadfast desires,
Once fulfilled,
To rest, but never will.
Of blind affections,
Kept with care,
Of cold promises, havens shared,
In a tear, a touch, a smile,
Each expression becomes bare,
So glowing gardens
Can beguile
A heart, for but a while.
Of mirrored image,
Palled, enshrined,
Of embrace emptied, lured in time
And distance, bridged for wistful eyes,
When doubt will bond, or grief confine
The strange, warm kiss
That relies,
And covets, and denies.
Of tender whisper,
Faint but near,
Of passion’s echo deferred here
To relieve the cherished hurt,
Slow with purpose, strained, unclear,
Swoons the final breath,
Re-stirred,
By small farewells, unheard.
--2007
Have a party, all are leaving.
Fond farewells and sad goodbyes,
pack your clothes and try not grieving.
Hug each other, do not cry.
Winter's over head north fast, five days later home at last.
Unload your over swollen car set up the kitchen and the bar.
Call your friends, tell them your near.
"Come on over, have a beer."
Same friends there are same ones here.
I left like the last tourist in late September
and threw a back-pack of memories over
my shoulders cherished in a fist size jewelry box
given to me by a dear friend.
But left my heart buried under
a lonely beach umbrella abandoned
by other tourists like me who left only
a trace of ashes from a pack of cigarets.
An image of you got caught in my eye like
a grain of sand caught in an oyster.
That's how a pearl is born.
An image of ships searching for suitable sands to anchor.
And your late afternoon waves like
white empty hammocks missed their siesta fading
into the horizon like drifters without a map.
With a blink of an eye I tried to crush you
but you formed harder and harder under
my eyelids.
Embedded in my mind mother of pearl.
Then Winter melted from Spring's worm touch
and turned into cherry blossoms
plucked by winds.
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