The mood was bittersweet and lyrical.
The birds sang evening almost every day.
My dress was yellow as the paling sun.
Wind whispered of us to the Queen Anne's lace.
You held my hand lest I should slip away
Into the hollows of lost memory.
The fireflies danced our song through country fields.
I still recall how summer lit your face.
I wrote your poem in my storybook.
It lingers in the landscapes of my mind.
Although my sentiments did not match yours,
There never was another boy called Ben.
With Affection for a summer friend of long ago
Copyright,2008, Sandra Fowler
yesterday is history... tomorrow is mystery.... just live in present......poet says........ but when beautiful momories are there, how can we live alone in present.......
we all have a Ben in our lives, they just come with different names....
The mood was bittersweet and lyrical. ................................................................. Very sweet and lyrical, you are the brilliant poetess, I wish you all kind... Thank you............. Warmest regards, Tsira
a beautiful and lovely piece of poetry. thank you for reading Enchanting Songbirds and for your comment
Great expression. Your poetry is unique dear Sandra. I enormously admire your poetry and personality as well.
We would say your sweet mood fills us so intensely our hearts that we surrender to your living memories having no counterparts. With affection and warmest regards, Maria
images....metaphors.... music of your words...is spellbinding. I loved this one...Summer, fireflies, dress yellow as paling sun, , , , , , , , , , , , wow. I am sure there wont be anyone like Ben
This is a magical poem of Summer and you have set a special mood for this special Ben. 'you held my hand lest it should slip away into the hollows of lost memory'. Beautiful.... 10 Karin Anderson
u are spectacular and the words have nostalgia to it..amazing and beautiful as are u! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a lovely memory of a person taken out from the landscapes of your mind...beautifully remembered