Meet me at the park again,
On the sunrising side where we sat when,
My love was blooming, I sat there so unassuming,
The passersby had not a clue, of how I was adoring you,
The pecan tree, it's leaves were turning,
Deep inside my heart a burning,
Time seemed to fly like a big city train,
Then you were gone, all that remained,
Was the essence of your noble being,
My eyes wide open yet not seeing,
Past the place I'd seen you last,
I knew then the die was cast,
Take me back to that day in Fall,
Let me stand beside you tall,
This time to while away the hours,
Come to me in shine or showers,
Beautiful flow and such a wonderful soft edge to this one Thankyou for shaing this Love duncan X
Wow, what imagery! ! ! This piece was very well written. I especially liked the stanza where you said, and I quote 'Was the essence of your noble being, My eyes wide open yet not seeing, Past the place I'd seen you last, I knew then the die was cast, ' This was so profound in imagery as well as content....this was worth the experience to you if you can reflect that clearly. Well done, well written.
Love and its reflections...what would we do without it/them :) Written with feeling...hope it's still there! Pleased to make your acquaintance :) Jack.
what a wonderful poem of love as pecan leaves turn the heart vto burn even the passers by didn`t know it when park was still packed by the lovers...............a unique imagery of dazzling with beauty by the colours, well penned,10/10, thanks for sharing
An excellent composition! I am sure you would enjoy Hazelmarie Elliott, especially 'Between The Now And Then.' Look forward to sharing more of your work! Thanks....
What a nice recollection of the past day. The autumn scenery fits here wonderfully. Fall is beautiful and colorful, but it is also a bit sad - exactly like the recollection of the feeling. Jolanta
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Meet me at the park again, On the sunrising side where we sat when, My love was blooming, I sat there so unassuming, The passersby had not a clue, of how I was adoring you, verse makes a new bloom of a cool ailing emotion in own mind, it dashing to a plummeting.....