Writing 201: Poetry–Through a Fog of Tears

Day Five: Fog, Elegy, Metaphor

fog in am

I knew when you were gone it would be hard to see you again –

ever in that same way.

I cried when you made the choice to leave.

I let you go like silken strands slipping from my waiting arms

blowing in a heavy breeze.

I felt your presence leave as my heart tried so hard to cleave.

I knew our time was past, our days were gone.  We were through.

I sighed and let the memories of you flow like a gentle rain

through a fog of tears and forever pain.

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I am not sure that I understand the elegiac couplets, so this is my humble offering instead.

Thank you all for your encouragement and inspiration!

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The Leaving

lover-of-leaving

I cried when you made the choice to leave.

I knew when you were gone it would be hard to see you again –

ever in that same way.

I let you go like silken strands slipping from my waiting arms

blowing in the heavy air.

I knew our time was past, our days were gone.  We were through.

I sighed and let the memories of you flow like a gentle rain

all tears and forever pain.

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The Leaving

 

lover-of-leaving

I cried when you made the choice to leave.

I knew when you were gone it would be hard to see you again –

ever in that same way.

I let you go like silken strands slipping from my waiting arms

blowing in the heavy air.

I knew our time was past, our days were gone.  We were through.

I sighed and let the memories of you flow like a gentle rain

all tears and forever pain.