Sunset

A free verse poem


I climbed our hill today,

I felt you, inhaled  you,

Heard you whisper in the wind

‘I love you.’

The clouds blazed,

Red as the roses you so loved.

‘Lonely up here, isn’t it?’

I turned.

The old man was kneeling,

Patting his terrier,

His face a bleak mask.

‘I used to come up here with my dear wife’ he said.

‘Lonely isn’t a place’ I told him

‘Lonely lives in the soul.’

A tear leaked down his creased face,

He nodded, turned and left.

I wept into the setting sun.

 

© pronto 2021
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Griffonner

May I say that I feel this comes right from the core of you? It tells a story and a truth at one and the same time in what I personally find to be a beautiful way.
I personally wouldn’t have used ‘smelt’ but that’s just me: Artist’s licence and all that jazz.

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