The light in your eye,
blonde of your hair,
silent space where once you were,
tender mouth,
intense glance,
knowing this
the death of romance
and things that say ‘love.’
Polly Stretton © 2012
Stu asks us to today for poetics at dVerse to write about the things/people/moments/times we miss. This is my response to the prompt—great prompt, Stu.
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01/12/2012 at 20:27
Polly, this has such tenderness and grace to it. Beautiful.
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01/12/2012 at 23:21
Many thanks, Susan 🙂
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01/12/2012 at 23:31
interesting piece…i like the little things you choose to point out….where you find’ i love’ perhaps in them….this could be read very sinister as well, ha…as if standing over one you just killed…
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01/12/2012 at 23:37
Wow! Brian … that’s spooky *evil grin* 😀
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02/12/2012 at 01:01
This evokes so much feeling, Polly. It literally gives me shivers. An evocative write.
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02/12/2012 at 06:43
It gives me the shivers, giving you the shivers 🙂
Good to see you found it evocative, Mary, and thank you for commenting.
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02/12/2012 at 04:54
wow!
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02/12/2012 at 06:43
heh-heh … it’s OK with you, then, Mohana (?) 🙂
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02/12/2012 at 05:52
Nostalgia can have a powerful effect.
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02/12/2012 at 06:45
Yes, any wistfulness for the past strikes a chord, it seems …
Thanks for your thoughts, Andy 🙂
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02/12/2012 at 08:53
A clear memory of what was lost
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02/12/2012 at 08:54
Cheers, John 🙂
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02/12/2012 at 09:04
the death of romance…ah it’s sad when it dies and only the everyday is left…wonderfully penned polly..
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02/12/2012 at 09:37
Thank you, Claudia, for your thoughts 🙂
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02/12/2012 at 11:33
A very pretty poem, Polly. k.
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02/12/2012 at 16:02
Thanks k.
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02/12/2012 at 13:15
a short sharp emotional shock. The loss of love….maybe only the loss of a loved one competes in terms of pain thresholds. This is like a slap in the face from a jilted lover, which (rather strangely) i enjoyed!
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02/12/2012 at 16:02
Oooh, I am pleased you enjoyed it, Stu 🙂 Good prompt, thank you.
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02/12/2012 at 16:08
It was a good prompt, and your response to it is wonderful. In a few words you describe the longing felt when a loved one is gone. Nice.
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02/12/2012 at 16:20
Thank you for visiting and commenting, Myrna 🙂
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02/12/2012 at 18:31
Oooh! Very romantic!
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02/12/2012 at 21:23
Really? 😀
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02/12/2012 at 21:32
Sure can relate to this one, Polly. Quick and curt…like someone slamming the door as they leave!
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02/12/2012 at 21:44
Ha! Nice one, Gayle 🙂 Thanks for visiting 🙂
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03/12/2012 at 19:30
That goes way, way down. Love it.
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03/12/2012 at 21:15
Thanks Seb ~ good to see you enjoyed ‘Missing’
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16/12/2012 at 11:49
‘The silent space where once you were’
This line is the jewel in the crown for me;
beautiful, stunning poem.
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16/12/2012 at 12:31
Those who have experienced it, know it …
Glad you liked this one, Alex *smiles*
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