This Year’s Deaths
Many dreams ago, love was manifest, but now
there’s nothing more of which we
can sing.
The birds have long since left, and in
their
place has come the winter, and though I
have
endured past seasons, this year something
has
died in me too.
I also yearned for the miracle, when hair
like
horses manes would defy the breeze of
summer.
When eyes like burning suns would see my
soul,
see: and know I was desperate too.
Love me for the reasons that I once found
within myself, and now no longer feel.
Give me my life that once again I may wake
to hear birds sing, and in the coming
spring,
watch them build their nests from this year's
deaths.
© James Rainsford 2012
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i like the hope in this towards the end..the life, the waking to hear birds sing and how they build nests from this year's death...
ReplyDeleteLove was manifest, I hope it will be again,
ReplyDeleteIna
James, much sadness expressed in this poem. Let's hope it's not 'winter' but only 'autumn.' Winter will come in its own time...but not yet. And yes, spring will come again next year and hopefully many more years to come. Sometime we have to really LISTEN to hear the singing of the birds!
ReplyDeleteHair goes and eyes dim but the birds do come back mad make the winter end...so hope for love always
ReplyDeleteReally like this however it is so sad, a miracle needed to re-ignite the spark. I am wondering still about those horses manes defying the breeze.
ReplyDelete'I also yearned for the miracle, when hair like
horses manes would defy the breeze of summer.'
a lament for passion, to live again..nice James
ReplyDeletejames you really build this well...the last stanza for me carries the punch to the emotions...in paritcular the lines...Love me for the reasons that I once found
ReplyDeletewithin myself, and now no longer feel...i know the numb of the narrator man...
Lovely very poignant poem. k.
ReplyDeleteYa know, James, without wanting to sound full of pride, I tell you I felt a real identification with the words in this poem, right away on first.
ReplyDeleteI could quote phrases, but won't...it just feels like you know me, in this poem.
WEIRD!
PEACE!
Lovely poem! great ending!
ReplyDeleteVery poignant - hope the birds sing.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]