Ignoring your past, being born anew,
in replica of lake’s new fallen snow,
from my heart, I dreamed. Was it untrue?
Whizzing through the clouds, passing through rain drops
as crystal hail, sputtering and bouncing off my umbrella;
splattering above my shoes, on wet sidewalk.
How could I have caught you with all my faults?
I stretched out open palms to break your fall;
stinging hands, melting, absorbed into salt.
I dropped you. I almost had you in flight.
I go by the place where you had fallen;
to introduce myself, for that lost night.
Rall
March 13, 2018 at 6:49 pm
Truth comes at the end. Beautiful poem..
LikeLiked by 1 person
magicalmysticalteacher
March 12, 2018 at 10:49 pm
It’s true isn’t it, that we never know what we have until we lose it?
LikeLiked by 1 person
Susie Clevenger (@wingsobutterfly)
March 12, 2018 at 6:24 pm
Oh the melancholy of what a soul misses is so prevalent in this. I know I have gone through periods of this.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Colleen@ LOOSELEAFNOTES
March 12, 2018 at 4:54 pm
A lover or a bird loved? I love the vulnerability and ambiguity.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Neeraj Khanka
March 12, 2018 at 1:10 pm
This is beautiful ZQ and the conclusion so true…
LikeLiked by 1 person
dsnake1
March 12, 2018 at 1:54 am
sometimes we wonder the paths we missed are any much better.?
LikeLiked by 1 person
thotpurge
March 11, 2018 at 10:09 pm
Written with clenched hands in spring clouds…. love that line! Beautiful!
LikeLiked by 1 person
purplepeninportland
March 11, 2018 at 10:08 pm
What gorgeous writing!
‘Written with clenched hands in spring clouds.
Seeking what I had lost;
miss-understanding the meaning of love
—as just a common heart, that is always lost.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Mary
March 11, 2018 at 9:52 pm
ZQ, I meant!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Mary
March 11, 2018 at 9:52 pm
These really are thought provoking, ZA. And tinged with sadness of recollection.
LikeLiked by 1 person
scotthastiepoet
March 11, 2018 at 7:49 pm
This is powerful and telling and there is so much truth in your closing two lines – no more, no less – you really nail it here…
LikeLiked by 1 person
Robert
March 11, 2018 at 7:05 pm
wonderful write… tinged with a sadness that was oh so real
LikeLike
Rosemary Nissen-Wade
March 11, 2018 at 7:02 pm
I like this very much – and I think perhaps I like the epilogue best of all.
LikeLiked by 1 person
divalounger
March 11, 2018 at 6:44 pm
This speaks of such sadness. The roads not taken in life–such a beautiful write!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Truedessa
March 11, 2018 at 6:29 pm
How could I have caught you with all my faults?
I stretched out open palms to break your fall;
We all have faults, but still others see the good in us 🙂
I think of spring as a time to be reborn…letting go…planting new seeds…
LikeLiked by 1 person
dabrnone
March 11, 2018 at 5:56 pm
Simply beautiful!
LikeLiked by 1 person
sanaarizvi
March 11, 2018 at 2:57 pm
I love this especially; “How could I have caught you with all my faults? I stretched out open palms to break your fall;stinging hands, melting, absorbed into salt.” Beautifully eloquent 💖
LikeLiked by 1 person
Sherry Marr
March 11, 2018 at 2:50 pm
Oh so sad, the almost-catching, and the inevitable falling. Ouch. Beautifully written. And a formidable form. Bravo!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
March 11, 2018 at 1:19 pm
This is so strong with sorrow of what’s lost… sometimes I also wish that I could unwind my past.
LikeLiked by 1 person
gillena
March 11, 2018 at 12:51 pm
Have never written in that form; but luv your version of it
Happy Sunday ZQ
much love…
LikeLiked by 1 person
Donna@LivingFromHappiness
March 11, 2018 at 12:34 pm
Oh this touched me….a lost love…two hearts not quite able to be in sync….
‘How could I have caught you with all my faults?
I stretched out open palms to break your fall;
stinging hands, melting, absorbed into salt.’
LikeLiked by 1 person
Zee Crimmins
March 10, 2018 at 10:52 pm
🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person