The following piece is
not autobiographical. However, I tried for a period of time spread over several days to imagine what it
would feel like to be in love with someone for many years, someone whose love
was given completely to another and blind to me. Perhaps, in hindsight, this is not a good thing to do as it left me feeling quite low for a while.
Angelique
I shall tell you a tale of forbidden love.
Letters, you never wrote,
words, my eyes never read.
For two and twenty years I was blind to all others,
but your rainbow heart was in love with another.
Now I am a dreamer in a dark lonely night
caught in every catcher where shadows always fight.
I am but a dreamer looking out from within,
glazed in every mirror that will not let you in.
Time passed as shooting stars crossed a blue velvet sky.
Words, weighed on summers breath
that never kissed your neck.
Today, I wept as I swept autumn leaves from your grave
and touched the pot of gold where your heart now lays.
Julian Clarke © Sept' 2017
Shall link to Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads Tuesday Platform
Your imagination pulled it off along with some heart strings
ReplyDelete"Letters, you never wrote,
words, my eyes never read"
Thank you for your remarks, always appreciated
DeleteOh my. This is so beautiful even with the everlasting ending
ReplyDeleteSo pleased you enjoyed it, Martin. Thanks for your continued support
DeleteSuch a sad and lovely poem. "Words, weighed on summers breath that never kissed your neck." These lines hit me particularly.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Toni, much appreciated
DeleteThat last verse is filled with sadness.
ReplyDeleteYes it is, thanks for dropping by.
DeleteYou did an excellent job here, Julian. There are such folk, wasting their lives away for something than cannot be. Have you read Dickens' "Bleak House"? There a life wasn't spent waiting for love but for an inherited fortune.
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Many years ago I started Bleak House, however, I was too young to appreciate such a good author of his time. Thank you for your comments and I'm pleased you enjoyed it.
DeleteToday, I wept as I swept autumn leaves from your grave
ReplyDeleteand touched the pot of gold where your heart now lays
Love still matters and lives on where feelings had been sincere!
Hank
Absolutely Hank, Thank you.
DeleteYou captured, I believe, the feeling associated with unrequited love. Well done.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Paul.
DeleteWell imagined.
ReplyDeleteHi Rosemary, thanks for dropping by.
DeleteOh, a sad cautionary tale.
ReplyDeleteA cautionary tale, yes I guess so, I'd not looked at it like that. Thanks for commenting.
Deletevery very sad....
ReplyDeleteThank you Alison
DeleteSplendid... Love what you did. I think that we are allowed to tell a story imagining how it would have felt... (and I think we all have experienced having a crush on someone we could not have)
ReplyDeleteThanks Bjorn, as always your remarks are much appreciated.
DeleteStunning imagery Julian
ReplyDeleteLove this
ReplyDeleteLetters, you never wrote,
words, my eyes never read.
You must have imagined the unrequited love really well as it is perfectly expressed in this poem.
Unrequited love.. I suppose almost everyone can relate to that melancholy feeling.
ReplyDeletePoignant expression of love unreturned. I especially enjoyed the closing lines.
ReplyDeleteHi Julian, I'm sorry that this one left you feeling down, on the plus side it was worth it. Lovely poem, thanks for sharing it.
ReplyDeleteThank you, John. I can't get any inspiration going for the open mic theme!
DeleteI like the story you told, and though it is not autobiography the poem definitely has a 'real' feel. So very sad when a person passes up opportunity for a love that is able to be fulfilled. I do wonder what he thought when he looked at the grave...whether he wondered whether his 'love' was worth it in the end.
ReplyDeleteOh such a poignant and cautionary tale..!
ReplyDeleteThis beautiful Julian, see what can take shape on poet's wings of fantasy,
ReplyDeletemuch love...
Such beautiful images in this poem......i especially like "i am a dreamer, looking out from within."
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you liked it and thank you for your comments, always appreciated
DeleteA lovely melancholy read!
ReplyDeletePleased you enjoyed it
DeleteSuch a unrequited love is sad and brings so much melancholy.... a haunting poem.
ReplyDeleteIt certainly is and thanks for dropping by and commenting
DeleteOh, this is very gentle poem. Esp. touching the last two lines.
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by and commenting.
DeleteThe - what I have come to refer to as - slip-and-slide rhyme in this, is masterful and confers a wonderful cadence and a just enough structure to conjure forth wisps of classical poetry (while not being confined by it). And that works so well here as unrequited love is such a timeless theme. Great job on this!
ReplyDeleteThank you Wendy.
Deleteso sad - this character seems to have wasted so many years on one who didn't appreciate him ... wasted as he should have moved on - easier said then done, though.
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