explanation

masts sway by anelephantcant

masts sway by anelephantcant

the romance is all I dreamed of
two lives entwined together
it seems that I am what you want
I will love you forever

through golden days and silver nights
such wondrous moments shared
as hand in hand we laughed and danced
I thought you truly cared

the masts sway in the sunset
I hear the creaking of the ropes
the sky is painted crimson
brighter than my fading hopes

and then I find the reason
why my eyes are sore and damp
a long-forgotten summer day
when I suffered writer’s cramp

the Med has lost her magic
in the trees the birds don’t sing
autumn has departed
there will never be a spring

the icy winds are blowing
I have no reason to rejoice
the silence now is deafening
I yearn to hear your voice

my heart is gripped with frostbite
I grimly endure winter
the chill sets in without mercy
my insides slowly splinter

so you give the explanation
the truth I could not see
the good times do not matter
if they must be shared with me

 

About AnElephantCant

An artist/writer/poet combination whose blogs reflect an approach to life that celebrates nature and takes a tongue-in-cheek view of most issues. So you get rhymes and doodles, photographs and comment. Irreverent and irrelevant. Occasionally funny, sometimes serious, mostly pointless. https://anelephantcant.me/
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14 Responses to explanation

  1. Dale says:

    She doesn’t deserve his love and is a cruel one to inflict such pain.
    You do these poems a tad too well, my pink friend.

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  2. afairymind says:

    This is so beautifully sad. I love how you trace the course of the relationship from the heady days of summer to winter’s chill. The final lines are heartbreaking.

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  3. emmylgant says:

    My heart splinters as the poet’s insides.
    C’est terriblement triste. Je crois que même la Med en pleure.

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  4. Dear Elephant,

    The last line goes through me like the icy wind. Beautifully written, a novel in verse with an incredibly painful ending.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  5. Twisted Short Stories says:

    I’m going to sound dopey for once. Okay maybe for a second time. Okay as always. The last two lines have thrown me?!

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