Time ......To Leave
time to leave come,the insistent whispers
not yet my mind pleads, not yet
the dark night is filled with the cloying scent
of violets, deep purple violets...your favorite
my breath comes quick and light against the
pale roses that you sleep so sweetly upon
why, have I let things slip quietly away...
all these years...taking no notice
too late my sorrow, too late my need
and still my eyes remain wide and tear less
I can not even shed one tear for your journey home
taking even this, this last memory of you
deep into my heart where it shall remain
this moment, branded forever in my soul
time to leave, time to leave...one last goodbye
while,pain...pain has becomes my shadow
one last look upon your weary face, one
last kiss to your sweet fervid brow...
time to leave...and so I must, yet sealed...
in a purple haze of sorrow, an open wound as
I lie in the fresh warm fertile earth beside you.
21 comments:
very sad, i like the way the colour purple carries through the whole poem from the violets at the beginning
i have always been a lover of purple and left fascinated by death.. this was beautiful.....
The violets at the beginning is very nice but it is sad and depressing, can't people be fascinated with life why death?
I, too, love purple - maybe it's a thing of my generation.
The poem was sad but deep and very beautiful.
Purple is one of favourite colours too. Your poetry may be sad but is always so beautiful.
blown away
Oh, this is lovely - colorful and provocative... Nice work!!
This is a love poem! And life goes on, beyond the grave... I love it!
Different colours for different emotions. Purple suits this very well.
cgp, thanks so much for reading my work. I did try to work in one of my most favorite colors and weave the poem leave taking filled with violets.
love-Melanie-bd
Thank you paisley for your comments. I too have always loved all shades of purple. Death in and of it's self is always fascinating.
I myself feel that I stand on firm ground that death is just the beginning.
love-Melanie
Dear art and poetry, all humans are somewhat fascinated by the end of our existence. I myself am a writer of many dark poems. The prompt was one that suggested sadness. To take leave of whatever leads one to think on this level.
I thank you for your comment and wish I could be as filled with the joy of life as you are my friend.
love-bd
anthony, I am glad that you thought my poem beautiful. I find beauty in faded roses and violets. Although my poem was sad, I know I would be comforted be it's thoughts.
Thanks so much for stopping by!
love-Melanie
Tami, thanks for your comment. I guess I was born with a "old sad soul". I find beauty in a forgotten rose laid upon a grave stone. For me life does not end with death but is just the start of our real selves. God is all merciful! Praise be His name! :-)
love, Melanie
Sue, thanks for your comment. I just love your site. Your watercolors and artwork are such a plus to all of your poetry of course. I wish I knew how to do PC artwork. Your poems always include great stuff.
Thank you once again for reading my work.
love,Melanie
Ah, stg, a poet after my own sad soul. I loved this leave taking prompt and thank you so much for reading my work. You are correct in saying that this is a love poem. Life goes on, for it's just the beginning. If life goes on than so does love!
love, Melanie
Thank you Stan. Yes the color did take on a life of it's on. Also the prompt helped.
So glad you stopped to read my work.
love-Melanie-bd
Death is fascinatin to me, I memorize Emily's poem because of
her obsession with the purple
blanket, and my own, especially
that reavealing, loveliest time
in limbo, half-dreaming, half-awake. The melancholy quality of
this poem appeals to me on
the deepest levels.
Sad, but very well written and expressed.
Synthia, much thanks for your lovely comment.
Ah, all things melancholy seem to call out my name. Of course purple is a sad color when used to express leaving and Violets are one of my favorite flowers and shades. The poem is dark but then so is the whole left by the person who just left.
love-bd
starry nights, It's good to hear from you but then I have been ill all summer. I am so glad you like my poem.
love-bd
Sad and beautiful, telling of the loss of love. I've just come across your poetry and I really admire your words. I look forward to reading more from you.
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